At The Waiting Hall Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

At the waiting hall, across the bars
of vision and railings cold
she saw a limpid pond
in his cool eyes,
a delightful Sur-Prise.

She leaped and dived
a hearty dive
to the very depths and freely swam
the glittering of the pond with no beginning nor ending…

But bells rang abrupt, startled
a bluebird on the waters dozing;

It flapped its wings, though reluctant to fly,
left strands of thought
a-floating in the air…

At a same time, she departed
from him, on a journey, to directions different—

Further and further away they drift,
their figures vaporizing,
to shapes of haze fading.

A chance encounter is
a sense of endless loss,
unable to shake it off
in a whole later life.

Jan.22th,2008.