The sun has risen, fully and unshaken, its light spilling across the earth, touching everything— mountains and rivers, oceans and valleys— and calling them gently back to life.
The sun has risen, fully and unshaken,
its light spilling across the earth,
touching everything—
mountains and rivers, oceans and valleys—
and calling them gently back to life.
You rise with the morning wind,
gliding above the waking world.
In that moment, the sky and the ground trade places:
the earth below becomes the heavens above.
And I—lifted by the wind—
make sky into soil,
and freedom into flight.
In that instant,
I am the wind.
WRITTEN BY
Li KejinI am an apple long suspended on a tree, too heavy, too astringent, too large, too unsightly—no one wishes to catch me, no one cares to pick me. And I, neither willing to fall and resign myself to the earth, nor to be reabsorbed by the tree, choose instead to hang awkwardly in midair. I pretend to still enjoy the breeze, the sunlight, the raindrops—to relish this amber moment untouched even by birds. Hopelessly, I wait for the serpent meant to guide her, to one day bring Eve to my side.Read more
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