THINGS TO COME by Huang Fang

THINGS TO COME

by Huang Fang

The beginning is very moving.

Let us not talk about the now, just listen to

the wind and the waves.

There are moments

when life feels like an onion peeled, a bunch of

untimely flowers.

Forgive me my hurried steps

that hide my inco***ollable instinct.

Thank you for being addicted to Xanax, insomnia, and

shrill folk songs.

There are moments

when philosophy is just a migraine,

no more self-evident

than a mule, or a stubborn old black cat.

Thank you for releasing the caged soul,

letting it run wild in the forest.

Forgive me for holding the laurels of death,

rushing

to catch up with the heavy snow,

to bury up all the aftermath.

About the poet:

Huang Fang, born in Guigang, Guangxi, graduated from the Chinese Department of Guangxi Normal University. She has published poetry collections The Wind Keeps Blowing and As If in Pain. She attended the 26th "Youth Poetry Session" hosted by the Poetry Magazine of the China Writers Association in 2010 and now lives in Guilin.