One poem by Anuja Ghimire

WHEN I WAS RESCUED IN DREAMS

That night in June

A plane landed on my living room in Kathmandu

A sharp 45- degree angle

Right between my cousins, and brother, and I

It had passed through the roof and dodged the kitchen

As wide as my embrace

We continued to talk about samosas and tea

I helped strangers get out of the windows and fill the space

Waking up with outstretched arms in September

Just before the planes hit two buildings in New York

Footage hotter than the flames

I was in Wayne, Nebraska that crisp Tuesday morning

It was like the winter I climbed down Mt. Everest when I was ten

With Sonam Tshring Sherpa on my wrists

They said he was forever an avalanche

But he was light and at peace with the frostbite

Like my palms that were beginning to warm up

Now, I am too cold to see

What I believe to be

Mornings don’t blend with the nights

Places don’t bend with time

And seasons change without magic

When flights are incomplete in December

I cannot save them anymore

Anuja Ghimire is from Kathmandu, Nepal. Her poetry is published in Red River Review, Words Like Rain, Glass, Clay, Ishaan Literary Review, The Rainbow Journal, La.Lit Literary Magazine, Stone Path Review, the MOON Magazine, Right Hand Pointing, The New Verse News, Zest Literary Magazine, Euonia Review, Shot Glass Journal, and Constellations. She lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband and two little girls and writes poetry. Some of her published writing can be found in http://saffronandsymmetry.tumblr.com.