Monday, September 17, 2007

Hey Earthworm,

Do you lose patience with your blindness

and the uncertainty of being

in the middle of nowhere?

Do you panic after a thunderstorm

your wet curves on the pavement

vanishing in the sun?

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Complit Plate

tomato, cucumber, fresh tuna, potato salad,
spinach, bean sprouts, Italian noodle, cheese cake...

never mind the order
all on board

a bite of each
keep it neat

Friday, August 24, 2007

Falling off the curb

I fell off the curb this morning while thinking about my first year in AA. Five passers-by offered their hands and asked, "Are you Ok?" I did not take any because I could get back up by myself, but I was touched: The anonymous crowd is not aloof as it seems; its humaneness is only revealed by mishaps. Zhuang Zi writes, "相濡以沫,不若相忘于江湖, " roughly translated as "Better to swim freely in the rivers and lakes and forget each other than moistening each other with spittle (when the pond is dry)." It's true.

P.S. No picture to go with this entry.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

a spider loves my doorstep

so it offers me a deal
from sunset to sunrise it runs
round and round
spinning its web
from sunrise to sunset
it pulls up its web
so i could sit

Friday, August 3, 2007

My grass turned into a flower

it's tiny
it lasts for a day
it folds
as if to sleep
for the night
next day it moves
a step up
closer to the sun
its old place clean
as if it has never lived
there

Thursday, May 31, 2007

In other words

I got attached to some pink tree
at the South Gate
and designed a route to maximize
my time with it
for ten days at noon I walked by,
my nose, my ears, my skin cells
all opened wide as my eyes did

Now the tree is green, the gate is marked
by trash cans recyle bins and a blue mattress
I still follow the same route,
with the same gladness

Yes dear, I am an idiot

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Whose Money?

We were walking back from lunch. He noticed some greenbacks on the ground and asked, "whose money?" He said to the man close by, "Is this your money"? The man looked down, paused a second, and picked them up. As they were going innocently from his fingers to his pocket, I noticed they were two fives and two ones and suddenly realized: they were my money! I just got them from the food cart vendor. They just slipped out of my pocket.

Well, they are no longer mine. If I told the man they were mine and demanded them back, it would be like slapping him in the face. How could I allow anybody lose face like that?