Place a hand in the black cloud it disintegrates into wind slide a foot in the great wave it sprouts into flowers She picks at her heart this morning with observation of its certain pulse still thumping in the palm Sunlight beauty of a day she’s embodying the thousand waves of flowers to disintegrate unseen into the chest of a bluegreen sea to forever converge on distant shores Chopped sea of a day wrenching wind before a battle of hurricane her body becoming a thousand white bird wings that fly into the four directions of boundlessness
- Pháp Hoan - translated by Kaitlin Rees - photo by Nguyễn Quốc Thành