after sou vai keng’s “balcony”
all the anticipation of history
ponderous in the clinched
left hand of a woman
staring at the sun who says
she does not believe in
promises, too many
broken, too many
broken, too many
broken to know
the sun has no reason
to promise it will come
again. it will come
again. it will come
again, again
and again, sure as
dry leaves stir
at her feet
again each time wind blows
through the open window, sure as
the cat knows with no promise
her hand, too, will open again in good time
Macao, May 2010
