Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 99

Sending a Postcard to: Where the Heart Is
Heep Yunn School, Ma, Jeslyn - 15
i.
dear friend,
find a map. take a red marker.
draw a circle blind-folded
call it home.
borders are of pencil lines
stepped over thousands of times
eleven cities, one name
so similar yet not all at once,
the same city lights shine differently
even just one train ride away.
ii.
dear friend,
you’ve always wanted something more
something right out of a film scene,
or an unreachable, unattainable dream.
you wanted to dance on cities'
bridges above oceans of glitter
so you packed your bags and off you went
to a land built wholly from longing and light
this city is an ever-flowing river
this city is a pulsing heart
never stops in motion, never stopped by any in its track
the darker the night; the brighter the lights
gliding along the highways
across an entire timezone.
tell me, do you feel like the lucky one?
what honour, what glory to be
part of the golden age with nothing
but great things on the horizon
(some would say the whole point of
waiting for trains that never come is
the anticipation, no?)
hope, it seems, has consequences
it surfaces in the place where the
sky stains the waves crimson.
it surfaces and never sinks
back down no matter what.
iii.
dear friend,
what a land, indeed, what a land
growing population all growing old