The Shaper——for Xiaotiaotiao Poem by Atid Husang

Have tried a variety of possibilities,
You withdraw into a small town. It's raining at the right time,
The rain gathers everything into light fog.

Living a life is a transparent art. You become
So humility, as the Qipu River by which you live, you restrain
Yourself into time, and learn to measure the depth of dusk.

You enter and exit life, all cannot be explained,
You roam from an orchard to a dental clinic, then drive a car
Till stopping at the gate of a primary school, this route
Cannot be analyzed by the geometry; it overbrims at any moment.

The irregular dreams on the heal might be venomous;
Sorrow is denser than clay, but you wake up in
A morning, concentrating on wearing a shoe.

Life, like a flowerhorn fish, is subdued into
The dark inner. Day by day, you make an easy form
To counteract the disorder, and to shape the life into silence.

The Autumn I brought to you, has be planted in the bedroom.
'Returning to the inner is redemption.' Transformation in your body
Drive the autumn walk toward another kind of ripeness, as a persimmon.