Leaving Taichung Station

 NIGHT LANTERN, A BLOOM

Light awakens in a greening room,

A small ache stirs—

a dilated opening, then

the child’s tooth

drops.

Remember

What you have forgotten

for it shall return, just as for now and 

forever you,

your life, lit, changes. 

Then

the child, the only voice in your body 

spins the hum of the world

the hum of the world, inexorably making

As in all things.

As in all things.

For Dima Black.