Some Want to Dream of the Sun
They look at the clouds, retreating.
But the rain is still too far. I cannot say this,
For I am water by nature, and inhabit in wetland and starry sky.
Who knows when season will be brought in when the wind comes?
They do not brood on this, and the first thing flashes across their mind is
They’d better cover their mat shed with linoleum
And wash off the fuss and dust on the sunflower’s stem and leaves
Before moving the plant in by the bedside clothes stand.
To dream of the sun, they have kept their bed
Dry, and the petals should be reflecting light even at night.
Seascape is too empty to stimulate their sleep.
Feb. 22, 2009