July 1998 Poems

These are the poems about China, published in July 1998.

                                        The Lake

                                                I don't want to shoot the moment
                                                I want to get it all inside of me
                                                to keep for all eternity

You know who you are, for whom this is intended:
 

                                            The best part
                                            of my visit to China
                                            was having met you

                                            Funny . . .
                                            you are not even Chinese!
 

                                                      China . . .
 

                                                        you are here

                                                        in my heart

                                                        . . . forever!
 

                                                I belong here
                                                and I feel sad
                                                to leave
                                                new friends
                                                open people
 
 

                                                I got pearls
                                                that remind me

                                                of the tears
                                                of shame

                                                I shed
                                                in Shanghai
 
 

                                                          I learned

                                                to give
                                                wholeheartedly
                                                with both hands

                                                and to receive
                                                wholeheartedly
                                                with both hands
 

                                                in China . . .
 

                                                I see
                                                the Great Wall

                                                in my mind's eye

                                                eternally
                                                enchanting
 

                                                reaching out
                                                to forever
 

                                                          I walked more slowly . . .

                                                I looked more closely . . .

                                                I listened more intently . . .
 
 

                                                in this ancient
                                                enchanted
                                                enduring
                                                world
 
 
 

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