When the world was new
a god prowling the universe
created something called Time.
It was a mysterious thing,
as mysterious as
the invisible god
tilting the sky to create
night and day,
a past as irrevocable
as the future,
and the fleeting moments
before us
of which none can say
with certainty
if their meaning
is bound by fate,
or simply a game of
someone rolling dice.

-Mamang Dai in The Black Hill


these faces

And these are faces
that are memorable in an instant,
striking you in a flash.
These faces haunt you
for the very reason
that you may never see them again.
There is only the most fleeting of glimpses,
yet out of the hundreds of faces
that you have seen,
and will see later,
this one stays with you,
following your thoughts and dreams
as if the wind,
a strange wind that is always
moving all around us
and through all creation,
had suddenly come to a halt
in your heart
and thrown down this image
to be lodged
in your memory forever…

-Mamang Dai in The Black Hill