Mile wide,
just as lazy.
from this bridge i see
both sides,
muddy waters below me.
Mississippi.
Roll on, roll on,
down to that delta,
into the sea.
it’s hot down there,
and the airiscloseandwet.
reminds me of those afternoons
catching the train in Shek Mun,
sweat, and more sweat,
another time, another place.
I still see their faces, hear their laughter,
the ones I would die for still.
God, it hurts.
but hey, we’ll cross this bridge together.
across the flood plains, and there’s Memphis.
my son has no idea
he’s such an international jetsetter,
born right there in City One,
only gweilo that day.
been dragging my family all over the world,
perhaps the wandering life is our destiny.
not so bad, I suppose.
and the ones I loved in Shek Mun,
they will travel with me,
whether they like it or not,
each one a precious moment of my life.
but tonight,
I cross the Mississippi.
