Memories of Taiwan and China
A memory
of the placid jungle stream
filled with silvery fish
of the flutter of butterfly wings against the lush green of the forest
of the waterfall, flowing as if it came out of the cliffs itself
A memory
of a stormy summer sea
waves as high as trees, flooding the roads above
of the beach filled with coral sands and the vibrant reef below
of the magnolia flowers as white as the moon in the night
a memory of a frozen waterfall
the snow-dusted Great Wall
of the lonely gazebo standing admist the skeleton trees
of the field of grey and white stretching as far as the eye can see.