Poetry by Ann Huang
Life without you is like the excessive tasteless
Cry of an elderly in dementia, in time unsurpassed:
If only the alarming certainty of its reality,
The hard, fast-turning nightmare of all.
Life without you is like a forced arrival
To rain water and the diaspora city
From a tiny or full-colored blooming rainbow,
Amid the chaos of a few black-tied men;
And like some beheld upon the moon at midnight,
When the stormy dawn comes, or its lightning
Of power and thirst unveils the truth, water-drifting
Souls that linger lightly in the tip of one’s heart.