Han River Poems : Don't Take The Shooting Stars

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

I sit in a slight drizzle of passing clouds

Being dragged along on the tail of a typhoon

That is passing through the Taiwan Strait

Starting from the north-western tip of the Philippines

Heading over the Penghu archipelago

And eventually to China.

Above the clouds lie meteorite debris

Through which the Earth will pass.

Somewhere above is bright starlight

So don't take the shooting stars at night.

When perfect conditions arise,

Like stars did in the heart you left behind,

Abandoned on a moving train.

On the empty seat of a ticketed traveler,

A space that time will fill,

As sure as the river flows and

Heats into clouds that cover Perseid showers.

The next time we spin its way.

One universe,

One water,

On bi-cycles of the planet

Not made to order

For my or anyone’s pleasure,

But true to itself with or without witness,

The tropical depression from beyond the broad horizon

Infinitely timed,

Precisely or not.

when rain drops fall,

Am I unconcerned?

Not at all,

But full of joy

Despite what I missed;

Perhaps next year another chance at bliss.

August 11, 2020

Han River Poems