Goddess

Her face points upward,

snow-covered precipice,

a wing of light

against the city’s blackened cheek.

 

Embark upon the ancient spice trails

of her breath,

follow the Li River

and set sail to Elephant Mountain,

 

a frozen emerald

 shivering in the lemon sunset,

like the ripples in rock-pools

at her feet.

 

Step free from dream’s edge

and pull down the sky,

heaven’s curtain

                                where

 

‘rice grows and the land is invisible,

by the pomegranate water,

                                      in the clear air

                                                   over Li Chiang’.