♦ ♦ ♦
Wind whacks the fir-bark roof
and I bow my head low. Outside my house, grass and leaves
arch over fences
and sprint up the mountains. In the wind, time
slips my mind. Palm clenches
and loosens, an intertwined
destiny—I remember how I pulled through May
and made a promise under the stellar sky
I have returned . . . Again and again
in the backyard
I plant seeds, mistakes, love
Copyright © Ye Lijun. English translation and bios copyright © Fiona Sze-Lorrain, 2017.
Used with the permission of the author on behalf of Poetry Northwest.