Han River Poems : A glimmer in a tidy river bend

Monday, May 11, 2020

I roll onto my dorsal fin in the sand

The sparkling elegance of my scales

Flaking off in the Taichung summer sun

Until, alone, I become a man

In a humanity of wounded souls,

But then I am stirred, move a muscle,

Held in the hands so delicately

Of one to whom I mean everything.

How many lines must this fisherman cast

So many chances slipped away

Yet for the sweet face of revelry

The chase I must obey

With its brightness of a new day’s promise

A dream to form into the real

From this make-believe life I claim to live

If only I could live to feel

The warmest of snuggles in your river bed

Dreams are all but true

If love can quench your thirst

My hopes may be with you

Connecting in the spirit spray

The endless time of an enchanted day

Born of symbiotic empathy

To eternity from this unreal fantasy

When hearty angels play

I am no longer dust on that day

Han River Poems