Arthur Sze - Stilling to North

Just as the blue tip of a compass needle stills to north, you stare at a pencil with sharpened point, a small soapstone bear with a tiny chunk of turquoise tied to its back, the random pattern of straw flecked in an adobe wall; you peruse the silver poplar branches, the spaces between branches, and as a cursor blinks, situate at the edge of loss—the axolotl was last sighted in Xochimilco over…