IT IS SNOWING IN MY WORLD
It was rarely snowing in the South.
Snow was precious.
I was waiting for it everyday in winter
In front of a north-facing window,
When I was a child.
Usually,
There was one day
That marvel happened.
As I woke up,
Rubbing my eyes,
Something dazzled.
Nervous and excited,
Guess and expectation.
It is true,
It’s snowing!
I shouted out in my heart.
The room without lights on brightened in a moment.
Rushed out of home.
It was sacred to start the first motion.
Footprint was marked in the white carpet.
Breathlessly,
I kept moving,
Drawing a line on the earth.
Bowing my head,
I gazed at the rhythmic relation between my feet and their marks.
Started from the heel,
Snow was carved by a curve,
Not so deep, a little bit shallow
In the front horseshoe.
Then, the fibers poured out
Under pressure along the fat soles,
Like surf breaking when warship is crashing into an iceberg.
A flat continent was left.
Silent.
Half second later,
Another era began.
I stared at the downy white.
Cotton candy, salt, spray, ash?
Or whatever, I didn’t know.
The layer knitted by crystals was covered by layer
And layer
Over layer again.
Listen!
Creak.
One, two, three, four.
One (♩), two (♩), three (♩), four (♩).
One (♪), two (♪), three (♪), four (♪).
One (♪), two (♪), three (♪), four (♪).
One (♩), two (♩), three (♩), four (♩).
The acoustic lines flying up,
Spiraling,
Twisting,
Expanding,
Swelling.
They hit the boundary of air,
Like fish school fighting with the net.
Clouds vibrated with waves.
Light blocked by the crowd.
Suddenly,
The arrows broke through the membrane.
Resonance banged.
Lines fleet away,
Fading out in the sky.
Snowflakes were keeping falling.
Softly,
With light smoke.
Snow was growing
From feet, to shin, to knee.
But I was sinking
From hands, to mouth, to eyes.
In the path, I saw the snow section—
One layer of soil,
One layer of leaves,
One layer of sand,
One layer of seeds.
It’s getting warmer
Despite no fire, no light.
I felt sweet and comfortable,
Dreaming of my grandma
And steaming red bean soup.
The track extended miles and miles away,
I was shrinking and shrinking to a point.
The point crept on the line
That digging into the earth.
Follow,
Without settling.
Wherever you go;
Whenever I am looking.
Childhood
Autumn and winter
Soft arms embrace little hands
Sunset chasing blue sky
Dream
Daydream
Letter melting away
Car braked in front of red line
Fireflies turned off lights
Line forgets length, is
Like father losing daughter
Path erased by snow
Far is far
Near is near
Far stars tuck me into bed
Long is long
Short is short
Long path smells like braised pork
Cold is cold
Warm is warm
Cold snow fills in a quilt
Linear is linear
Curved is curved
Linear grandma became a bow