Is not just gold, but also the teeth chewing
The bitterness of life at twilight; the bones
Excavated from a lost civilisation; the roof
Tiles glazed with the rain of last night; &
The rock standing firm in the gurgling stream
The broken mirror in the debris of history; &
The disk hung like a scarecrow in the garden
The wings of a raven flying in the storm; &
The coal close to a furnace; the forehead
Of my late father in my dream; as well
As the scales of a fish jumping out of water
Against the starlight; the glacier protruding
From an unknown peak among Rocky Mountains
Or, the eye looking beyond the darkness of tonight.
Yuan Changming hails from poetrypacific.blogspot.ca . Credits include Pushcart nominations as well as publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), & BestNewPoemsOnline, among others.