I took a trip with a friend to Pier 2 Arts center in Kaohsiung, Taiwan – this afternoon. On my return I wrote this poem.

A breaking dawn,
still sleepy behind
the mountains.
‘How are you’, I said to myself.
As spring moves in,
I wonder – is there a road
that exists outside
of textbooks?
One that covers
you and me,
trees growing;
life growing.