Generation-Skipping Traits Poem by Xiaoyuan Yin

Generation-skipping Traits
By Xiaoyuan Yin

Move away rose bushes, pebble pavements and fluttering birds from the shadows
Underneath the steeples—the route of the sun should be
Kept clear, so the rays of light could remain as spotless as violin strings
At the fair, you captured a misty perfume - the harbinger
Of a somber day. ‘Aren't you the lady from the epic
Who talks to the gods as a peer? ' for the 1001st time
You tried to explain: That wasn't you, but your grandmother
Or great grandmother. But the hands of the suppliant were so desperate, wrapped beneath her dark-blue shawl
During sleepless nights, a giant goose crucified under the roof
Materialized out of the invisible, its blood trail, spectacular and sinuous, leads into
Depth of the fog…… Somewhere upstream, there must be marks
Left by a ferryman. Fragments of words- azure-eyes, aloofness, magnanimity, hallucinatory track,
Superphysical reappearance……they roll out of a shattered bottle,
And were lost in the crowds. In the past five hundred years
They have returned to your family like doves. Last missing piece
Lies in your hands now. If you turn around
You will see a halo around her head