Schools for Doug

And so, as someone wise must have once said, there's no time like the present. Certainly, if nothing else, we must be able to trust cliches.

As much as I would like to claim fervourous activity in my resumption of blogging, this post is a cheat. It was really written in Hong Kong, October 08.

Schools for Doug

Eyes wander high, low.
diffused light, bright
when it sees tall building
blocks, mirror windows. Man
made towers
fit
into rocky green hills
this scape backs in
famously
in
to Causeway Bay.
And the foreground: boats.
Big shiny yachts, new, white, yes;
but little vessels too,
held together with string,
sheltered in tarps,
bumpered by
old black tires,
strung on.
A Home.

The smell, the sea.

Thoughts gather, diffuse,
bright and below:
hundreds, thousands,
of tiny fish
hitting the surface like
raindrops.