THINGS GET REARRANGED – Poetry, by Huang Lihai

THINGS GET REARRANGED – The world changes subtly as it goes around. The morning coffee aroma feels like the glow from a honeycomb, while outside the window the olive grove still soaks in the twilight mist. Tiny footsteps follow faint sounds to distant places, but the fisherman has returned and is sitting in the courtyard, watching a bird foraging in the trees. He still dreams of sending letters home. The sea forgets and the glacier calves icebergs, that’s how all things under the sun get rearranged. (Huang Lihai)