The silk surface of green water
tightly wraps your limped body
You endeavor to break out
unwilling to slide into her arms
Otherwise
many words would be choked
and too late to tell. If so
you would be unable to touch G chord in the deep
and the listeners could not catch
beats of a heart made of water
Just as, if you did not
participate in this concert
you would not be in this water forest
dazing against a moss
worrying about the whereabouts of a team of ants
and for the sake of your own identity
a fish or a deer
looking toward clouds time after time
A burst of green breeze whisks your ears
“How to get to the florist please?”
“West to Third Street and turn right.”
It was Chopin’s heart a moment ago
beating in your water wave
Now all have come back to the street
entering the outdoor scene of a movie
To live truly
often, it may mean
to keep fantasying yourself from multi angles
from one person into another person
from a fish into a deer
from one existence into another existence