Lenis Chen

Dedicated to Rob, my source of inspiration ;)

Walking out of orgo into the darkness
I spot the silence of the night,
drifting up and ever up in pocketed bubbles
of gasping air
reaching the surface of the frigid trees
just as bubbles reach the surface
of silicon oil when boiling.
Those spheres of air, hotly frozen, cling
to vial-like trees,
trees that branch upward and outward
pushing the arrowed branches of their existence.
The atomic fiber of wood continuously
reacts with its natural elements,
while its human counterpart endures
in its heart-carved saponification.