The Trace Of Black Diamond Poem by Catherine Yen

Child holding a branch
Along the wall
Sliding the way down
Measuring the distance between home and school
Canal raft
Rowing the humming of cicadas and birds’ singing
Toward a memorial childhood

Youth holding a pencil
On the wall mounting papers
Inscribing to and fro
Insisting its width of art and thoughts
Complicate the horizontal lines
Chaos and disorders
Escaped to an outer space
Trace of time

Minus nine degree Celsius
The old picking a brush
Ink in the top of clouds
Condensation the ink drops
Dripping
To the snowy land
Flowering the black as black can go
Forming a life’s black diamond