Photo

grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky

unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches

we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you

12.6.2021

Photo

grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky

unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches

we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you

12.6.2021

마음

가끔은
알지 못하던 진실을 알게 되었을 때
살점이 찢어 뜯겨 나가는듯한 고통이 찾아 온다.
정신을 차리고 돌아 봤을 땐
무엇이 중요한지 잊을 때가 있다.

그럴 땐 나는 뛰기 시작 한다.
앞만 보고 모든걸 놓고 뛴다.
헐떡이는 폐와 심장이
비로소 나는 살아 있다는 걸
깨닫게 해준다.

살아있는 이 감사함에
다시 한번 발을 내딛는다.
11.17.2021

Light warmth

in that moment, I happened to stare up
towards the brown-bricked wall
painted in plain lemon yellow color
and the orange sunset light
all that refracted light from branches
fell on the wall, silently, and softly.

at that moment, I remembered vaguely
yes, I used to think sentimentally.
I used to smile nostalgically at the
warmth of a mother bird cooing the babies
in her nest, ever so protected from outside
word, so warm and fuzzy and soft and safe —
I almost forgot that previous version of me,
which, I think is only a thought or two away
from now, used to have overflowing feelings.

I — it was at that moment I realized — had
promised myself that I would come back.
that once all these battles incurred by
pesty intruders were finished, I’d come back.
That we would smile, feel easy with trust,
and make jokes whose smile won’t stop
once we were done with just this one job.

but then I saw my hands and they were rusty
they were the hands that tasted the prize.
they were hungry and the would not stop.
everything made sense. everything was logical. everything was justified.
my heart was hallowed with flames of justice.
my spine, thickened with battle scars.

then, alone in the park, when no one wanted
me, I stared at the bricked wall, bouncing off the warm orange sunset light with shades of
bare tree branches,
and I realized:
I used to be soft.
I used to have feelings.
I used to cry for the mother bird.

when I stop, will I ever lay my head again
to the soft songs in the warmth and beauty?
will I be forgiven?
will I know it was worth it at the end?

I walked back from the park
and the darkness fell
but that light in my eyes wouldn’t go away.
perhaps it is the beginning of everything after all.

11.15.2021

Emergency Lever

Remember, upon emergency please pull this emergency lever.

if the sky starts to look like the jaundiced skin after hit by a baseball hard,
please pull this emergency lever.

if you wake up one day and can’t one bit
‘cause dark shadows are pulling you into the earth,
please pull this emergency lever.

if you find yourself hurting others with a thousand blade from your tongue,
please pull this emergency lever.

remember, upon emergency, please pull this emergency lever.

6.24.2020

Bicycle

Pedaling on a blue bike, paean of breezy winds bumping along the road

Rumbling sounds of SUVs and pick up trucks passing by, rowdy kids jumping into the lake half naked

Roaring laughter fading away, riding down a long lonely road in between the animate and inanimate nature

Blazing through a carpet of gold laden by the bleeding yolk of the sunset

Rolling stone within the heart spins faster and faster, unleashing the monster hunkered for a thousand of years

Then — whirl — and — crash.

A reaper stands on the door expressionlessly peaking its bald skull over the door sill.

Like a dusky cloud on a simple summer night.

6.17.2020