The Tales of the Gobi Desert:
PLK Choi Kai Yau School, Melissa Fung, Poetry: Group 2
SYMMETRY
In the distance,
High on the horizon’s heat-haze,
The jerboa slowly inches
Towards a sleeping cicada
Prey of the day.
Symmetry of sight.
Across the rock plateau
A grey wolf howls in a wolf-cry voice.
A hollow echo returns the world
In a whelp-cry voice.
Symmetry of sound.
Far, far in the unseen sky
Soft galaxies twist, spiral, spin,
Blow-up and broaden
In a bubble universe
That mirrors another, another.
Symmetry of space.
Circles, squares, triangles
Line delights, shapes delicious,
Patterns that bring constancy
To the chaos of nature
And the uncertainty of a man.
Symmetry of science.
Verse, chorus, verse, chorus:
The song folds over itself
Like a turned-back Brahma Kamal when it opens.
The melody falls, rises, falls.
Symmetry of song.
The telling of untold tales
Between two strangers.
The hidden unspoken sharing of ideas.
One with a secret to tell,
One with a secret to keep.
Symmetry of secrets.
