one day

I am walking down a road that cannot erupt with lava
towards a morning sun that cannot fall from the sky
I run into an ugly-looking woman I cannot fall in love with
in her hand she is carrying a dead fish that cannot be brought back to life
she uses filthy language that cannot be beautiful
at this moment I cannot grow a pair of wings and fly up into the clouds in the sky
I go home to a house that cannot collapse
and run into my father whom I cannot get along with
at this moment, I'm too big
I cannot turn myself into a rat
and quietly creep into my hole in some corner
tonight I lie down on my bed that cannot turn into the open sea
at this moment I cannot die
but I have a dream:
the sun falls to the earth
lava erupts from the ground
I fly up into the sky
kissing the sweet lips of a woman
the fish she carries in her hand is singing hymns
my father kneels down beside a ruin
and says, pointing at the sky
"what a great man he is"
next morning I wake from my dream
I cannot believe that it was real

ONE DAY

{poemcopy} 2002, Xing Sheng