Ramallah / Bei Dao

in Ramallah

the ancients play chess in the starry sky
the endgame flickers
a bird locked in a clock

jumps out to tell the time

in Ramallah

the sun climbs over the wall like an old man
and goes through the market
throwing mirror light on
a rusted copper plate

in Ramallah
gods drink water from earthen jars
a bow asks a string for directions
a boy sets out to inherit the ocean
from the edge of the sky

in Ramallah
seeds sown along the high noon
death blossoms outside my window
resisting, the tree takes on a hurricane’s

violent original shape