Lei Wang

Someone saw some clouds once upon a time. So what? I can see them, too       —a haiku   But better to have seen them a thousand years ago. I am not being sentimental. I like plumbing as much as anyone, and I know the more pollution, the more brilliant sunsets. But the first poems, you could write about anything. Day turning into night a real phenomenon, a mouth and another mouth. The first poems had no metaphors because nothing was like anything else yet. The kiss was a courting ritual involving, what else, food. A capybara feeding…