A red bug on a leaf of emerald-green clover —
I addressed myself to Almighty God:
Dear Lord, could You please move over!
Because sometimes it is the fine details in an act of artistic creation
that bring me that rich-rare gift —
(do You remember it?) — elation.
Despite a lifetime’s long-drawn-out light-years
how much exaltation did I ever get for all my darkening cares?
How much? I scratched my head, perplexed. I believe
I began to rave:
A bug and a leaf of clover — just for now, that’s all I have —
I said out loud to myself — here on a hotel laundry wall. And — preposterously —
I tell You it is enough.
Photograph: 香港粉嶺麻笏圍 Ma Wat Wai, Fanling, Hong Kong (2016)
Chinaman Creek 