Empire of the Senses
-- Tung-Hui Hu
When the rain ended we put on waxed jackets
and drove down the road, looking
for the pipe break that left the earth
sunken and loose. A tree fell
into the water; its yellow leaves flashed
like bright hair left in the sink;
an eddy swept its remains underground.
Our own feet balanced on the basin
edge, and beneath the floating world,
we saw dark wells connected by channels,
cisterns. New land. We insisted we were
the first to lay eyes on it.
*'Empire of the Senses' and 'Today Everything is Connected' from my post of 09/12/13 were both taken from Hu's 2013 publication, Greenhouses, Lighthouses, as available from Copper Canyon Press.