Memory of Prairie

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

The clouds hang low,
dense and white, like snow
I rode horse chasing the clouds,
but they stayed the distance,
like the never-ending horizon

Reflected in water were clouds
The river ran but the clouds remained
Once again I lay on the ground waiting for the storm
once again, the storm never came
only I saw
the Tibetan horseman passing through
with his long sleeves
waving over the highland


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


记忆 

我有了这样的宁静
深灰色的风中没有声音
倒在光秃的地上欲听出今夜的风雨
却看见有人拖着长袖走过草地

头顶的云很密
并不掉下像是雪一样轻
我骑快马而去
也总是那远山
总是那白云

河里有它得到影
河水流过冲不走白云
我听不见风雨扑到在草地
那人的长袖拂过我头顶

Savannah, Georgia

While rivers running through swamps
Blues
wanders along streets
softens sweaty shadows of oaks ---

Storms came and went
Oh Georgia
as humid as southern rain
my memory vaporizes
like Jazz
hovering above Savannah

When memory becomes …

When memory becomes landscape
I want to be the wind
travel with the ocean wave
When memory becomes forest
I want to be the sunshine
bury my face inside the golden leaves
When memory becomes music
I want to be a drum
inspire you
dancing with the ocean wave
and I will be the wind again
chasing every step of your move
When memory becomes you
I want to be the air
surround you
hold you tight
breathe you
turn
into
you