Scuba Diving, a Poem

On the politics, the ideals of separate by equal, translated…

I’d Held My Breaths, Entered into Your Realm

Translated an Island

The Waves, the Movements All Around itthis small group of people, with shared interests, make up a “population”…photo from online…

You are on the Highest Peak of the Island, Collecting the Cracks of the Waves

Weaving the Words, All Around You

With Enormous Number of Words, with the Writings, Covering up the Beaches

I’d Prepared a Huge Leaf

Imagined the Way it’d Looked, Covering Up Your Body

Swaying Every Night, Calling in the Moon Passing by

Without Any Ships, Willing to Stay Here

All the Sea Breezes

like this book???  Image from online…

Carried Their Separate Tones of Voices

Some Words, Sentences, Rose up, Some Had

Returned, Back to that Salted Current

Pretending that They’re the Everydayness

to Not Fall Deeper in

for the Sake of Scuba Diving in Even More Silence

standing up, portesting for our rights…not my silhouette

Being Comfortable, Afloat, in the Cold Waters

I’m the Tested Limitations of the Currents

with No Other Explanations

In this Constant Wave Passing Through

The World is at Peace, and, We’d, Gotten Alone Fine too

This is, I think, describing the international relations of China and Taiwan, and, so long as we are on our side, doing our own stuff, not breaching any boundaries, not claiming to be independent, then, China and Taiwan will get along fine…