Everything You Hear About China is True—Somewhere

Honking horns spice the morning
shrouded in fog
another day of rushing
to be on time
and work or not work
matters not
as long as all are there
paid equal.

Musical voices and sporadic laughter
cannot hide these smooth skinned faces
void of true expression.
Only an occasional glance of eyes
reveals the secret longings
or awful hardness
that should
be feared.

I am a stranger in their midst
in love with a world
that never existed.
Faced with reality
I hunger and thirst
for the stories they dare not tell.
Will my heart hear
what my ears cannot?

 

19 Sept. 1995