Inspired by the soft reticence and insight Louise Glück weaves through her poems
This is the instant you
perceive frost on the grass,
winter arriving overnight
and through the muslin air
Kanchenjunga stands distant
proud and cold, its peak
peeking above the rising
terraces.
It fills me with chilled breath
that my children may never see
these things we share our existence with
they get replaced and forgotten.
Where will they learn
to raise themselves, stand
taller after seismic collision?
Maybe if they never see beyond
the barricades of buildings
they cannot miss
what has not existed for them.