ways

direction by Alistair Chong

the north
where i search for the sun
where i feel the land
crumbled dirt within my hands
looking north

east
where sun's prologue begins
birds try and begin to dance
caged in constant circumstance
looking east

south
where the sea caress the shore
horizons play in my mind
stirring into blueness blind
looking south

west
where darkness push the light
the child cries one last time
the pin drop and falling dime
looking west

the compass tells you where to go
pointing, pointing.