to Coloane

coloane, macau©papa osmubal

coloane, macau©papa osmubal

to Coloane
loi chi pang

little city too cramped
so cramped that there is only space left for muttering
the many roads not taken knit into a helpless net
skims from my eyes
under the net there is such a stunning hope
a naming for all kinds of new things
a word

the autumn of September here is a book of sorrow more than sadness
so sad that the egret can’t stand any longer under the mangroves
holding up an oilpaper umbrella to Coloane
I can’t see rain
but only
ashes and stones of the cement trucks
flying past
the Cotai Strip
still under construction

Hilda Tam & Kit Kelen (p. 290)