© 2022 Daisy Ziyan Zhang
Just A Little
Not sure what this is; at MIT, 2022« Level »
I was born
a thousand years ago
I lived
After the death of a plum
Two arms
and a tiny foot
Water, alcohol, spirit
Bubble becomes me
I want to get closer to you
Feel, touch
The angle of your curves
Chasing after
You, gravity, over and again
I shall now depart
Away from your ties
Floating, rotating, balancing
Land
Traveller
Not knowing what is ahead
yet always remember
where me, bubble has been
« Rupture »
What happens when the ground slits
A rupture
Wound of the earth
Slowly descending
into the unknown
Hold on and keep
Looking
Seeds fall and grow
Concrete stains
Animals lodge and wander
Seasons alter
Touch
the condensation of time
Dust
Wrinkles of mother
The silhouette of sky
leads your way ahead
You shall only see what’s hidden
once you bow and take
a step