A Well
Billion years hiding deep
Unstopped, unshaped, unformed
Unceasingly, persistently infiltrated
It
flows underneath
The cracks the blood veins the continuous thirst
Thank the thousand years wisdom that
puddles it spades it wreathes it
The water that is made stay always
Quietly seeps and seeps
It’d be neither full nor less
The infinity of resource
Ancestors, descendants, and
All lives that can rely on
The wisdom
of
thousand years –
A well
A recipe of insomnia
I am the one who is good at
making sorts of recipes –
a mood of melancholy
a source of inquietness
a disturbance of novelty
plus, an all-time signature piece –
INSOMNIA, my pride
I heir the nerve from my mother
I learned to create ingredients from my father
I distribute the elements to my son
I develop the old recipe to the newer –
1, restlessness
2, excitement
3, daydreams
4, stress
5, anxiety
6, depress
7, annoyance
One night
dear son jumps out to my screen
he presses a button of my nerve
he knows where my vulnerability is
I get up and start, again,
making a recipe of insomnia
Hana Jiang grew up in Shanghai China. She was a farm camp labor, a poet, a kindergarten teacher, a children story writer; and She is a homemaker, a cooker, and an artist – a painter.
Aloka 