“Once we leave a place is it there[?]”
- Myung Mi Kim
Rivers call to me
Indistinct babbling and whispering
That fills the empty mind
Upon the water floats a flower
Which trickles into your nostrils
Like your mother’s perfume – and wasted time
I get up from the luscious grass
And amble my way to the wooden
Cottage, lying my head on the threadbare pillow
Here, I’m at home.
Purple-spotted mushrooms wave to me
Rustling trees with droopy leaves, undulating
They’re signaling my arrival,
The gnomes huddle around my legs
And are quick to tug me left and right
They lead me to a Golden Path and on the other side
There’s a blurry figure
with aspects I’ve been acquainted with:
Tall posture and Golden hair,
So, I rush to this enigma
And in doing so am lifted by the breezes’ sighs
Going up,
Rising,
Ascending over clouds of silver linings -
I lift my head from the dusty pillow
And exit the dainty cottage
In sighing relief, I come to see
The rivers of evocation
Continue to call to me -
Without further hesitation,
I jump in.