Full of hatred,
This garden is bloomed
Full of dreams ,only becoming abandoned
I hung myself at the stake of poisonous expectations.

If the gold can still shine , even after forged and burnt,
why can't I?
If the sun can still shine, even under immense pressure,
why can't I?
If the star can still shine, even after untold centuries,
why can't I?
If you can still shine , even after leaving me broken,
why can't I?

All day in job interviews
I am tired, so I retire
Run from the hotel
To the restaurant
10 below wind child
Wind stings my face
Out of breath, I sit down
Small talk with the beautiful young waitress
She brings my shabu shabu
Steam rises from my soup

              And disappears.

Taxi to the Museum of Fine Arts
All afternoon
The portraits of John Singer Sargent
(yes, Catteleya, they are beautiful indeed)

As I  prepare for my winterwalk home
I stop for 37 silent seconds in front of the museum

And I Appeal to the Great Spirit.

Next to you
Though miles away
Wishing that
I could just say
What’s going through
My troubled mind
The words to say
I just can’t find

If you stood still,
and depend
only on the earth’s rotation,
the change you sorely seek
will come - but not too soon.

If you could wait no longer,
elect to move along
with the ground,
you’d soon enough find
as your ceiling
- new skies.