Skip to main content

Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
Home
Contents
Biographies
Submissions
Archives
Editors
Contact Us
Publications
Policies

Transposition

 

 

I ignore the chill and step forward

as sandalwood smoke leads me to my unknown homeland.

Forgetting is the only way of persevering.

The incense blackens, stops me from moving.

 

Sandalwood smoke leads me to my unknown homeland

where plum blossoms are praised for their perseverance in the cold.

The incense blackens, stops me from moving

while sleep fades into an onerous waking.

 

Plum blossoms are praised for their perseverance in the cold

but no trail of dried blossoms guides my way

while sleep fades into an onerous waking.

In a newly washed dress my heart wants to be refreshed.

 

Though no trail of dried blossoms guides my way, 

I travel through darkness to distant light.

In a newly washed dress my heart wants to be refreshed,

looking for reassurance in the soft breeze and frail sun.

 

I travel through darkness to distant light

soon replaced by underground regularity.

My heart looks for reassurance in the soft breeze and frail sun.

But the chill returns, heavy as it clings. 

 

Soon replaced by underground regularity,

the metal cool of the train succumbs to the crowd’s presses and glares.

But the chill returns, heavy as it clings. 

I stay still, guarding the millimeters around my nonexistent shell.

  

The metal cool of the train succumbs to the crowd’s presses and glares.

Who cares if origin and destination are transposed?

I stay still, guarding the millimeters around my nonexistent shell until 

the doors open. A slipstream charges the air.

 

Who cares if origin and destination are transposed,

if forgetting is the only way of persevering?

The doors open. A slipstream charges the air.

I ignore the chill and step forward.

 

           —Elaine Wong