Oct/Nov 2020 Poetry


by Katherine Huang


After "Yu Guang Qu / Chen Guang Qu," performed by the Shanghai Dance Theatre

In a pearl of quiet
the morning rises, translucent
as a fish. Barely awake,
it drifts through windows
and across doorways, flicking
stray light onto gray walls.

Should your feet decide
to follow its tail, lift
and place them as carefully
as if they were stepping stones
in a stream, over and around
shoulders of still-dreaming moss.


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