Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 106

And close my eyes
Thinking of
Bajie
And close my eyes
Thinking of
Wujing
And close my eyes
Thinking of
Yulong
And close my eyes
Thinking of
Their journey
Their journey
With Xuanzang
I was Xuanzang
I open my eyes
And find no other soul
No Wukong
No Bajie
No Wujing
No Yulong
And no such odd fascinating journey
The heavens stay frosty
Impeccable
I close my eyes
And drift to the man’s imaginary land
I close my eyes
And dream that it was me
That Xuanzang in the story.