When I awakened in the
morning, I thought to myself –
love, love, love.
Otherwise, I might end-up
sinking in a clay-street darkness.
I talked to one of
my Chinese friends.
The one who reads
books in English
and understands
the twisting streets.
She told me
“Love is a good thing if
you can find the right person”.
I agreed with her –
and my world seemed
finely balanced, again.