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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.
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.