Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Memory of Prairie


I had such a silent view:
Under the still gray air
I lay on the ground, waiting for storm -
but the storm never came, only I saw
a Tibetan man with long sleeves*
riding horse across highland

Clouds were hanging low,
dense and white, like snow
I rode horse to chase them,
though they kept the distance,
like the never ending horizon

Reflected in water were clouds
River ran but the clouds remained
Once again I lay on the ground waiting for storm, yet
the storm never came, only I saw
the dark skinned Tibetan
waved his sleeves
over
my head

*Long sleeves, Tibetan style of clothing. 
(translated/rewrote from my early Chinese poem )

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