Suyuri 1

 

Across the Pacific,

Seven years since I moved to Massachusetts from Korea

The Wind blows

The fish wind-bell hanging from end of the eaves, 

Fish spreads its fins and flutters with the Spring-wind.

Even though it’s hanging on the one spot

Fish tries to go and swim in the blue Pacific

 It acts like me.

 

Suyuri 2

 

when I got bed

I’m afraid my ears will be closed by the pillow

I do to lie on side and put my hands under my cheeks

 

Even the silence is frozen in winter,

Ice cubes fall down from trees

There is between the shattered pieces of silence like ice,

traces of surviving animals

I lie in bed and listen to their sound fade out. 

 

In a distant foreign land,

I listen silenced snowing sound,

Friends live in east side land across the sea,

They are tipping a Soju glass,

Maybe they talk about me one or two times.

One of my friends might call my name.

 

Yesterday, one phone number was not connected.

A few friends’ names remain in the phone contact listing only

I added some Americans.

 

I know that I have to turn over my journey.

There is the  narrowed winding alleyway of Suyuri in the one chapter of the book.

I’m still standing there.