Wednesday Poem

Perhaps

Perhaps these thoughts of ours
…………………. will never find an audience
Perhaps the mistaken road
…………………. will end in a mistake
Perhaps the lamps we light one at a time
…………………. will be blown out, one at a time
Perhaps the candles of our lives will gutter out
…………………. without lighting a fire to warm us

Perhaps when all the tears have been shed
…………………. the earth will be more fertile
Perhaps when we sing praises to the sun
…………………. the sun will praise us in return
Perhaps these heavy burdens
…………………. will strengthen our philosophy
Perhaps when we weep for those in misery
…………………. we must be silent about the miseries of our own

Perhaps
Because of our irresistible sense of mission
We have no choice

by Shu Ting
from
A Book of Luminous Things
translation from the Chinese, Carolyn Kizer