This month let’s watch the moon grow full
trading wishes and sweet dishes, luck in red envelopes
that reflect firecracker light. If I can trade pennies for your thoughts
then perhaps also dollars for your dreams
that will ward off evil spirits, that will fight off ghosts. And you
match my words and my gestures—I sometimes wonder from
instinct or from the heart. But we still trade the same two dollars
between cousin and sister
and daughter, you may wait for someone you may never
meet. Like a braid unraveling into parallel strands, we someday may never
converge again. We keep chasing these hopes,
orbiting around different suns in circles, in circles, in cycles, in cycles
never spent, never bought, just borrowed.
Luck and Time like gold melted and remolded
visit different skies, dimming and brightening again—
both constant and elusive like a friend or a
lover, let’s trade resolutions and resolve for better
And if we live on Borrowed Time, let’s celebrate each year.
And if we live on Borrowed Luck, I’ll share some with you.
Visual Credit: John Xiao
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