In this divided world,
At the ancient age of three-quarters of a century,
Navigating back to the places looking for my muse,
Where, when, and why…
How about my poverty-stricken childhood
With a wise grandma who fed me and loved me
When mom was out of town looking for work,
Or a uniformed schoolgirl believed that South Korea
Was the center of the universe where the sun
Rose and set,
Shifting the fulcrum of the universe when I was
In West Germany,
Pacific Islands, small and large, whistling sails, slapping waves
Against the sailboat, racing dolphins in the moon while ghost along…
Is neither daunting nor light.
My porous memory with tattered edges
Shows places faded in time,
Reasons and justifications,
That are percolating in deep waters
Where the storm may be brewing
Beneath and beyond the reflection
Of the morning sparkles.
What glitters flickers,
But also shimmers.
2023
Year of the Rabbit
Ring of Fire 
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