Quarantine Poem #2

I’ve been reading about foxes,
living in peach tree forests,
more than ten miles away from heaven.
I’ve seen mountains reaching up all into the sky
where there is lightning and thunder,
piercing through stone.

I’ve seen gods writing down our fate
with black ink and delicate brushes
on bamboo wood.
I tasted wine, sweeter than honey
under starry skies.

I was diving deep into a cold sea
to find pearls shining as white as the moon.
I’ve found angels sitting at the foot of a mountain
collecting berries and knitting scarfs
humming a song I used to once know

I’ve been seeing all
between nature and realms,
their shadow engraved in my skin.
I cannot wait for the day
when I finally find you
in the corner of my sleeves.