poem for lunar new year

daylight blows into one door and out of the other — linying

onwards / upwards  

Another new year & I am turning 
towards the sunlight. Blessings for all,
prosperity, flowers growing up between

cracks in the pavement. I want to believe
in grace & in goodness. Time keeps passing.
Time passes & we are still here. Here is 

another story about hope. Come, take 
my hand. Walk with me along the shore
high tide dancing at our feet, wind 

scattering our sorrows & our regrets. 
Soon the gleam of summer will yield
to restless, rustling autumn &

the kettle will be whistling in the kitchen
& we will still be here, chasing the moon.

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Hello!

A poem as lunar new year celebrations draw to a close / we reach the last stretch of summer in the southern hemisphere. ‘chasing the moon’ is a nod to Angels in America.

This whole thing is a bit of an experiment, may or may not repeat. Actually, I wanted to wait for the fifteenth day of lunar new year （元宵节）！ and tonight I kept deliberating because I am often startled and/or embarrassed by the fact of my existence which naturally extends to issues around how I am perceived and it is simply very difficult to counter all that <3 Do think I am constantly untangling what it means to me to be alive and exist in this world. Like is that not fucked up to think about???

I still feel ambivalent at best about this ‘poem’ but it is what it is, and I do think it was good to write. Endnote ended up being much longer than I wanted which is life when you are a triple Gemini. Enjoy? See you.

— Joanne

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gold coast, qld, 19/01/2019.