My Picture: River Wei Today: Xinxiang, China

Observing all the things I meet
on downtown walks,
reminds me of walking through life.
You can yell at this direction
or that direction,
a fire garden of illusions

Either way, the wind takes
your voice away.
And you see the shadows
of your mother,
or any other empty reflection.

In the end, two people can look
at the exact same thing, and see
something totally different.
Only to doubt what
is presented to you.