A journey of wheels and flat plains.
\nThe mountains dark with their blue
\nbrooding presence
\nafter miles of sun and dust.
\nMemories flying by.
\nThe vacant hollowness of old grief.
\nYouth stirring again
\nlike a wisp of air,
\nshort lived,
\na trailing from the past.
\nThe past returning in broken boxes,
\nseeds on the ground,
\nitself almost dust,
\nlifted in the air in nets of light
\nand shadow.<\/p>\n
The mother remembers,
\nremembers the old places
\nin her heart,
\nthe call of strange birds,
\nthe children of her youth.
\nPaths and roads leaving indelible shadows.
\nAnd she is on the move again,
\nleaving part of her brood behind.
\nLike the pioneer
\nwho knew she’d never return,
\nnever see her family again,
\nto save the last child needing her.<\/p>\n
A few moments of time to be together,
\nto say goodbye,
\na few sunsets,
\na few aching, miserable dawns.
\nShe turns away from the truck’s window,
\nhugging the past inside her,
\nlike a stillborn child,
\nher face bare as stone,
\nnot smiling.<\/p>\n
And the father looks in the distance,
\nhis fate written in the need of a child,
\nthe banners of war curled up.
\nHe is tired and worn,
\nlike a ledge
\noverseeing the road ahead.
\nIt goes on and on,
\nand he wonders how far he’s gone.
\nHow long anything lasts.
\nHow deep his caring,
\nwhich like a wave will crash defenseless on the sand,
\nand be no more.<\/p>\n
The world lives a longer day than his.
\nWhen will it end?
\nWhere will his children go?
\nHe feels the loss of his soul.
\nHe longs for Taiwan.
\nThe journey is too long.
\nIn time,
\neverything finds a place,
\nand ends.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A journey of wheels and flat plains. The mountains dark with their blue brooding presence after miles of sun and dust. Memories flying by. The…<\/p>\n