Ping!
July 18, 2005
Walking slowly through town
Picking my way over broken sidewalks,
Piles of sand,
People hurry by in cars, on bikes
But non smiles
A gray haze blocks the sun from view
Taking the wrong things
Seriously
I have to laugh
My heart is alone
In the world
Nothing lasts
Outside it looks like sadness
But really
It�s only empty
The round bright moon
Hangs motionless
Early autumn
Years ago I felt it
And now again
Everything passing away
--From No Hindrance: Poems of Six Months in Taiwan, by Wei Chou Shu