Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 108

Future Adventures of the Greater Bay Area - Eavesdropping on
/A Conversation with the Elders
Island School, Lam, Ady - 15
or the birds in the trees, nature’s
alarm clock, ranging from delicate
chirps from the largest of the
feathered to piercing blasts from
pin-sized chicks. they greeted you
as you woke, as you walked, as you
went to work in another dreary
office building, alike to the gray
one on the left of it and the gray
one on the right of it and the gray
ones beside those two and beside
those two and beside those two...
doing something that seemed to
have meaning but now, when you
look back, really served no purpose
at all
don’t you miss
the trees? the lush
greenery which provided
shade underneath for you
to lie in the welcoming
green grass, the short
blades tickling your chin as
you laughed, holding the
hand of the person you
truly
loved?
i had a dream last night,
about the time when I was
eight and we visited the
beach. Oh what a long,
tranquil, undisturbed strip of
sand it was then. the
periwinkle, wait no cerulean,
or was it azure? pardon my
confusion but it’s been eons
since i’ve been to a clean
beach. but the waves,
whichever shade of blue they
were, as they gently washed
up against your feet, offered
peace and solitude, offered an
escape from the hounds we
collectively defined as our
problems: stress, depression,
anxiety… the beasts may be
somewhat subdued now but
the beaches too were
euthanized
and the simplest of
things - the sky, what a beauty to