At A Loss

I put my memories on the clouds

Let them free-float along with my life

When I look for special moments in the past

The clouds suddenly disappear into the horizon

 

I ride on the stars to chase after them

Just to find that I am misled

To the moon where I meet the rabbit of legend

Grinding healing herbs in a mortar

For the longevity of memories

 

I ride in a small boat on the vast ocean

Just to find that the waves are pushing me to 

A mysterious island where I have lost 

My keys to the treasures of memories

 

I hike up the rocky trails in the forest

Where valleys leading to village after village

The familiar scenery unexpectedly makes a sharp turn

Into a complex of mountains where memories dilute on the way

I am at a loss as to where I am

S.P. Ma

Dec 2020