Turning Around


Turn around

and look at the roads you have walked —

Have you imagined how they look, on this day.


Believing your footsteps are still stamped on that mud-covered ramp,

your tears once startled a tiny carp in the burn,

your sigh has reached across the cloud, and touched upon the wind.


You turn around.

You see a broad way,

and crystal, running water,

and soft wind, smooth cloud.


As if a little person has not left a trace on earth.


Illustration: Faye Chua 

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