The fragrant August hostas
Blooming along the stone wall
Bear good tidings–
There are still many warm days ahead
Midst disrupted normal life
In the year of pandemic.
Scooping up water from the river
With my cupped hands
Wondering how rivers sweep
Around the boulder
Without disturbing its flow.
Reflecting faces with smiles
And twinkling eyes float by,
Fearing they might disappear,
They are distorted, but still tiptoe
Around the boulder.
The price of fear is priceless
And it’s best to keep
It in its own silo.
2020
Year of the Rat
yenna yi 