Alexandra Reiss

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Chang Rai - Poem by Alexandra Reiss

Creases brown and dirty, like a map-
creases caked with dirt, silt in tiny rivers.
Sweat compelled the dust on my palms
to form this geography.

Too aware of my feet: skewed awkwardly
– away – from his holiness.
Do not let him see your heels,
the greatest offence. Soles
offend souls.

Brine salt sweat burns our
rubbed raw knees; red hot
like his incense. Shuffling against
ancient carpet, I cannot
wait any longer.

Bowed head, I offer
dirty palms.
In his life he has seen
many farmers’ hands; each one blessed
by a piece of string.

I will not think of the hike back. I will
draw backwards on my knees, so careful
of my feet. Vaguely aware of my shins
bleeding and attracting insects.

In the doorway, I stop to finger the string tied
round my wrist. It is red.
I believe I am
enlightened.


Comments about Chang Rai by Alexandra Reiss

  • (1/6/2010 6:48:00 PM)


    Alexandra,

    Without a doubt, my favorite work of yours.
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  • (12/22/2009 12:39:00 AM)


    Well conceived execution of your imagination. Your detailed imagery brought the poem to life. I don't know what your inspiration was for this, but you made it feel real. Very impressive. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009



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