A warm autumn afternoon
lifts your eyelid at the lazy sunlight and
continue to lay there
Next to you is
a vessel of time
a bowl of seasons
a centurial totem wrapped in crust who says
welcome
to this moment
The sun sets like how the sun would set
a hundred years ago
So as its presence is beyond
the time your life has counted
Take its branch
and show it the dreams of your time
Like the first day of the week
the first song in worship
the first blossom in a garden
the first task at work
the first fight
the first sleepless night
the first grief
the first kiss
the first merry-go-round
the first rice dumpling
the first cry
the first birth
The branch says thanks for
sweeping by
My dreams at night are so long and far
that of the first bird
the first stone
the first star
the first light
But like how I have lost count of meteors
I have generations and spacetime folded fast
So thank you
for sharing your dreams
in years and months and seconds
of being a beautiful human
18.09.24
