I dreamt half my life was spent
in wonder， and never suspected.
So immersed in the moment
I forgot I was ever there.
Red-tailed hawk turning
resistance into ecstasy.
The patrolmen joking with the drunk
whose butt seemed glued to the sidewalk.
A coral quince blossom in winter，
pink as a lover's present.
And tilting my bamboo umbrella
against the warm slant
of rain， was I not a happy peasant
crossing the great bay on a bridge that began
who knows when， and will end
who knows when.