--Photo, Rapefield and River, CAHK 2007
Immigrant Song
It is mine
because I see it,
this fair green land.
A bathtub sleeping
in the far mown field;
cows inching down
to the stream;
all set against the pale blue sky
and framed by puff-stretched clouds.
It is mine
because I wonder,
this curious place.
Mangly trees of somber witness;
tawdry trailers cowering
in a sorry lot;
a spotty colt nursed
by a pure white mare;
all bathed in ten thousand years
of human telling.
It is mine
because I love it,
this island kingdom,
passing by my motorway window,
passing by my middle-aged life,
passing by my finite heart.