Can You?

Can you see?

A thoughtful baboon sitting alone, wondering

where is everyone?

Can you hear?

Japan a fierce ocean; with

endless noise or sound?

One pulls your hands to cover your sensitive ears,

one a blanket to cover you to dreamless sleep.

You can’t see-

as the darkness of eclipse, smothering the world;

as time never stops, as time goes by.

The touch lingers at your fingertips

as you fail to grasp it.

Can you see?

Countless civilizations unheard of,

united in colors, singing and dancing,

speaking and acting unexpectedly,

catching you by surprise.

A poem written by me after watching a movie called Baraka.

I chose to post this poem because of its title, "Can You?".

I have not had a visitor from Malaysia since last year's December.

Finally, Xiao Gugu and her family are coming.

Gong and Po are supposed to come, but because of the accident in October, they are being replaced by two of my favorite cousins, Zmin and Chyn.

I've been asking silent "Can you come to Vietnam?" several times, and finally coming!

It's not confirmed yet, though.

Because they have to make a passport and ticket names need to be changed.

I sincerely hope that everything goes well.

Please, dear Jesus.