Crystals

Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,

whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.

 

bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,

I found buddings, peculiar buddings.

 

I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the

wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,

and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.

 

I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,

shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.

 

I marveled.

I blinked.

It was still there.

 

I stretched my trunk,

pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,

and got on my feet,

the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.

 

I took a breath in,

squinted at the sharp white sun above,

and then a dotted point on a horizon.

 

I let out my breath,

dragged my feet towards an endlessness,

leaving trails of white crystals.

 

3.23.2020

Runner

Keep on running,

do not look back. It is the life that we have been born to live,

do not turn, just run.

it will swallow the whole thing and then everything will be over in a second

run

 

run

just keep on running

when the sunrise,

we can catch a breath

life resumes at the sunrise

we will live on

so now,

just run

run.

3.2.2020

Swollen Blossoms

Perhaps it’s that time of the year,

Bees dancing in an infinite loop,

Heaps of fortunes thrown into hoops,

Laughters and chantings, greetings,

And swearings, all blossoming from roots.

Ah, it must be that time of the year

My feet are grounded deep into the groove,

Petals of flowers prance around loose

Perhaps gust of wind’ll knock on window

Perhaps sun’ll be the only witness you are right.

9.9.2019

White

I glanced at my hands,

Skin is thicker than I remember,

Bones hardened with blows I endured more than I can bear.

Bittersweet wrinkles are the ones that stare back at me now.

Crimson sun rising beyond dark blue sky reminds me again: it ain’t over yet.

Perhaps I’d need to tear off this white shirt

Run with bear feet a thousand mile

And shout with wills of the thousands that passed out behind me

I am here!

8.1.2019

Sparks

Running through a track in a public park in behind my apartment,

Cores of illuminations surfaces into the darkness, as the sun sets, dusks showers, and darkness seeps from shadows.

Darker the night broods, the crispier and sharper the light becomes, piercing through corneas.

They come through even when you let your eyelids fall down, tired from running all this time.

And when the ultimate light starts approaching the horizon,

Dutifully, silently, the sparks hide themselves within cloaks of the glorious light, solemnly keeping their positions.

For when the time of need comes again,

They shall arise.

7.6.2019

Humming bird

When the day is over,
Bittersweet and peaceful is the walk back home

Green brushes of tree leaves gracefully wave,
sparkling against sunlight

Gentle breeze caresses on an exhausted shoulders,
softening a tightened heart

As the sun warmly retires over horizon,
lanky shadows lay on this lonely street

A whiff of soft, fresh air of life
lifts up a spirit to delight.

6.26.2019