Another way to split water
There Are Fourteen Thousand Kilometres Between Edmonton and Dar es Salaam
I promised I would not pine birch mangrove
We drink masala chai masala chai is different in every city we visit.
This one milky moon.
It is the name of things it is the naming of things
which makes all the difference.
When the waxwing first
burgeoned its tough little head into the world a mother
counted her ribs her uncanny currency
and decided the bird into being.
I pull you aside under the pouring moon its quill of light
only hours after we witnessed a falling tree.
To yearn a missing piece is my inheritance one as urgent
as the pot that boiled over
its skin of burned milk. I know this pilgrimage was positioned
as an answering a fourteen thousand kilometer
journey meant to wind the bloodline right into my heart.
But forgive me because I do not know how to name [ ]
the tree that snapped into saltwater
and left us staring at the glint of this upended noun.
Alycia Pirmohamed is a PhD student at the University of Edinburgh. She is the author of the chapbook Faces that Fled the Wind, and a winner of the 92Y Discovery Poetry Contest. Her poetry has recently appeared, or is forthcoming in, The Paris Review Daily, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, The Adroit Journal, The London Magazine, Gutter Magazine, and others. Alycia received an MFA from the University of Oregon. She can be found on Twitter @a_pirmohamed.