Saturday, July 28, 2007
Poem jotted on a chopsticks paper-wrapper
What if the world were made of ice & raindrops?
what if the spheres were formed from gold & fire?
even if seven seas were filled with teardrops
would this dissuade all beings from desire?
I take my noon repast & quaff some sake
I'll northward trek to meet my parents soon
the passage of the decades seeks to mock me?
perchance I'll wind up loony like Majnoon