Moon Over Sangker (1)

The River Sanker [Stung Sangker] will be the central theme of my collection of poems for Battambang, Cambodia. It is still in its formative stage-- feel free to help me work on this project.

Carefully now
the moon's steady hand
scrapes the surface
with the easel

wounding the light
with colors
cut from uneasy
shade. Sharp

collage of arms
resting heavy on turbid
waves, slowly push
the new moon-- out

the womb. Tonight
Sangker cries, Rocks

crushed by the turbulence
carve the river banks.

The night is captured
on ethereal frame
heaving with the weight
of light-- falling.