The Lost Moon
       

Like you, I too lost my moon.
Wide-eyed, I took a smiling face
to be the source of all light and hope
which led me into a gloomy forest.
Since then, I can no longer see
the wonders in the sky.
However hard I trudge and search,
I cannot find the hills I have climbed.

Now, there's no difference between day and night
—I spend them on my computer and cell phone.
In fact, I knew long ago that
the smiling face was a mere mirage,
yet I can no longer gaze up at the moon
as my ancestors did
from horseback by the roadside
to relay a word home or to a friend.

I have landed in a place
my ancestors never heard of—
I need to grow a new backbone.

Tweet

Copyright © 2018 Ha Jin All rights reserved
from A Distant Center
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission