Inheritance
When my father left his body / I inherited a wooden cup
Lost
Since I lost the hiking trail / I sat under a virgin spruce tree
Retreat
Now the wish of a poor poet / Is fulfilled
Homer
Homer – the land gifted / With boundless natural beauty
Alaskans
Yes, Alaskans, we’ve driven enough plastic vehicles, / Yet they failed to take us to the Virgin Mother Land.
Way of the Clouds
The wish of my Amala / Was for me to become / A Buddhist monk