Bug

at first, I noticed a few things missing;
a little bit of food, a few notebooks,
and then a few photos.
I started to wonder if there was a bug;
a bug that gnaws at precious things.
I called an exterminator, but it didn’t stop.
I remembered: whatever you resist persists.
so I invited the bug to be a friend;
besides, there are a few people I call friends
and had spent much more dinners with them
than what I had lost to this bug.
if the bug will take what it will take regardless,
why not get to know the bug while at it?
forgive the ugly part, and move on with goods.

4.7.2023

Bud

after years of tearful rains,
layers of sediments
an adventure of a naive hero,
a bud peaks its head above the ground.
for a passerby, I wonder if they understand
the significance of this incipient bud
gradually reaching towards the sun,
becoming a sort of a giant in the process.
for the bud to peak its head,
there were many prayers, tears, and sacrifices
I hope they will understand
whoever the passerby may be.

2.28.2023