Sati Mookherjee
Inversions: Doha ↔ Sortha
1.
so many years I looked to the west but
now I look east and south. Too much noise here – all’s too bright –
you cannot hear yourself. In the village there’s
a flow in things but you have to know to catch it right .
If you can’t see what’s here zoom out or go up
to the moon and look down. Look at the way rivers start:
streams marry, braid to sea in inverse of trees:
our seeds dropped root and our branches grew so far apart.
2.
As a girl I was like a mountain goat climbing tre-
-ble trunked trees, leap-frogging stream, scree and land fall.
Mothered there named Mother here, which only goes to say
I have two deśes or I have none at all.
I have heard it said that the immigrant has two souls.
I walk the lake nights far too cold for rain.
Frozen ground. Suddenly glittering there: Karachi
from the oval window of the lifting plane.
3.
Poets once, we tilled a rivered uni- verse
Why should I believe in something I don’t remember?
you ask and I turn the question inside- out
Do you recall the life you lived inside your mother?
To look and to see are separate things, signs
on the horizon drift by read, unread. I’m coding
new lines: Our usual calendars can’t hold
dependencies, can’t hold everything real that’s floating
Poet and lyricist Sati Mookherjee is the author of the poetry collections Eye (Ravenna Press, 2022) and Ways of Being(Albiso Award, MoonPath Press, 2023). A third collection, DEŚ, is forthcoming in 2025 (Pulley Press). Her collaborations with contemporary classical composers have been performed or recorded by ensemble and solo musicians. Her work appears in literary journals and anthologies, most recently Salamander, Laurel Review and Sugar House Review. She has been nominated for three Pushcart Prizes and is the recipient of an Artist Trust/ Washington State Arts Commission Fellowship Award.