What is, by Jeffrey Yang

What is, by Jeffrey Yang

What is as true as happiness?

Birth

A pure river

conditions for the equal good to be as wise and fortunate at the start.

Lost in the pursuit

under a white oak

two children sitting back to back

on a plank swing,

Calling the hand that touches the earth to witness

Presses the metal latch,

opens the screen door out from home

sunlight, pond water silence

Damsel fly at rest on a frond

Have come with you this far into the drafty air.