Chung Chi Facets

A Certainty of Tides


Campus Newsletter / Chung Chi Facets


But look at the yellows and greens of the leaves

        the wet air comes as a surprise


On a good night, branches dance

        like they’ve got diamonds on naked arms


Age should burn among the waving trees

        and I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide


Welling and swelling my voice

        like a flying squirrel,

        I push against the dying


White slugs are buried in loam

        spring through their words


Undulating they sing the sun

        they do not stop like quiet moons


I am learning to dance in green sleeves

        I might learn to be Peter Pan


As a prayer

        I’ll rise with certainty of tides


Professor Eddie Tay // Department of English

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