Heart breaking to see what’s happening to HK. Both sides have backed themselves into a corner.
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My life moves by landscape,
stationary
from my fiftieth floor
apartment balcony...
mountainous background,
oceanic foreground,
cargo laden ships anchored;
inbetween, aircraft airborne
or touching down,
with casual orchestry.
Typhoon spins,
northeast winds at first;
as it draws closer,
gales gust,
bringing rain bands
slanting sideways
blown in torrents
creating lakes from puddles
up-side-downing umbrellas.
Mangkhut’s rage has passed at last
seemed like it would never end
tossed us around without a touch
uprooted trees, left much to mend
Mid-autumn festival
is large in Hong Kong.
heralding autumn,
calling an end to summer,
full harvest moon rises
low above the city,
phosphorescently eye-balling
the gratitude of family.