PC: David Lu

Bringing the Way

In the city of kinship
I was found in a garden of weeds
and feral animals

reciting a history
overtaken by untold years

and a tale about the invented people who lived here
and travelled to and fro
dreaming in the dead veins of the city

Today they still haunt us
in the form of the nostalgia of tired steel

A memory like the taste of warm copper
disappears into the lifted forest

In this age of miracles, how much it takes
for the long rain to remind us how
the earth, patient lover, came back for its own.