An Immigrant Poet Poem by Chen-ou Liu

A Haibun


Like a Chinese coolie laboring in a foreign mine, I try hard to dig out those English words that resonate with mythoughts of home and pent-up emotions on a moonless night. Most of the time I don't get any pleasure fromwriting, apart from those fleeting moments when I extract gold from the sands of a river that winds through thisland of ghostly memories.

writing done
I open the window
to smell the sunshine