Poem
By Zhou Yifan
Pinch deep into rain wounds
and push—
ancestries carved in holes
for fingers to dig into
higher. Higher.
Its bruises beautiful tools
so children can see years ahead
collapsed into periods
that never ends.
And they say we are not divine.
The mountain goats are surviving
and we are laughing
there is nothing here but air
we are not just surviving
we are living.
A good day is stone-soaked fingers
callously-kissed, red lipsticks
white dust everywhere saying
we were here, because this snow stays
in summer.
We are not meant to be here
but we are.
Do they not see where we stand?
And they say we are not divine.
Zhou Yifan is a secondary 2 student studying at Nan Hua High School. He loves rock climbing and poetry, and this is his attempt in combining his two hobbies.