Is this a sound
of water or of wind,
day or night that wakens me,
wants me here
waiting with the wind,
watching over water?
How many centuries,
how many me’s are gathered
in this moment yet to go,
yet to know the we, the way
from all of here to more of here,
ever more of here,
hearing with the sea,
wondering the wind...
--Lloyd Haft
at Qinbi, Beigan, Matsu
February 2, 2015
early morning