This new day that approaches
Like the pale sand
Of a foreign land,
My bed a little boat
On the dark waves of night.
Yesterday’s folk, all left behind
In the old country, their kind
Looks, as I looked away
Still aching in my mind.
The window slowly fills with light;
The keel digs in through the foam–
What is this strange new day
That I will call home?
Mike Zhai was born in Shanghai and grew up on the West Coast of the United States. He lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan and is the founder and facilitator of One Pause Poetry Salon.
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