Written in Dec, 2013
i have been indebted from poem to poem
thrills sprouting in my vessel, waiting
for an unborn word wearing my passion
pumping up through my throat
in a night lamp a moth would understand
my anxiety that burns inside me, wanting
to be healed but far too late to be cured
your song dulls my duty of guilt,
never once being a poet of day, of night
whether in shadow or in light
i refuse to be at ease anywhere—until the touch
although i can’t return a few lines
breathe in your cadence,
watch my yearning—to open my eyes
2013년에 쓴 시네요. 시에 대한 끓는 마음은 그때나 지금이나 변함없는 것 같아요.
그래도 친절히 타임머신을 타고 돌아가서 2013년 저에게 말해주고 싶네요. 다급해하지 말라고. 즐기면서 쓰라고.
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