Poetry

Another Hundred Miles

I was in the middle of the bridge,
When it started snowing.
It was a beautiful moment.

Ravenous time, swallows,
Leaving a trail of starlight like dust,
For me to find and follow.

If the universe can bend and fold,
Then how come an insignificant life,
Is only made to withstand so much sorrow.

Stretch my shadow for another hundred miles.
Stretch it to a thin line,
Until these broken shoes take me home.

Too much to forget,
Too little to let go.

Before my time turns stone cold,
May these broken shoes take me home.


Spring, 2017

Mai Ao