Mistaken
With Noruz the post cards
-need to get enveloped
-be sent out…
Plenty are the shops
-everyone has a sign
-selling things that vary
-for the needs and the jobs
I drive on the Finch and Leslie
-see the shops and pull out
-all signs are in Chinese
-park, enter and wonder
-since so are the people
-products…
I wonder where I am
-in China?
-Canada?
Gather thoughts and I think
-though I am fully lost
-with joy and pleasure
The borders are vanished
-broken cage and bars
-all I need is to learn
I have to adjust to new terms
-with neighbours
-their looks, eyes
-the faces, behaviours
-to the food and culture
I am sure if I do as I say
-cannot be mistaken…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem