Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 140
speeds along the tracks spidering like neurones and synapses
through the expanse,
kindling limelight and embers of red and yellow and fluorescent white
with its passage until an ocean of distant firefly simulations flicker in reply
akin to the northern beacons of old.
Mere juvenile nebulae,
yet my view clears as the clusters of dust compress
to emit radiance, piercing the sky to reveal the outlines
of steel and concrete intertwined,
mirroring the pewter clouds lined with pristine silver.
Two headlights
dimming
as the train pulls into the station.
The dazzle of overhead lamps douses all;
the platform hurries forth in greeting.
As the crowd rushes in to displace those alighting
the flashes and buzz promise me of home away from home,
for this, this world before me, this unfamiliar familiarity
is simply home
extended.
Two hundred kilometres out
in the early morning hours
I see cities, scintillating,
as I draw near the heart
of a realm yet unnamed, but faintly glowing.