One Dot, One Line

One Dot, One Line

Yong Wan Choi 08.21.11

Here where I have now arrived, a corner at the end of the earth,
one day, sitting alone

From the shape of a worm in the mother's body,
the cord cut, coming out to cry aloud,
growing up into a human being,
making an armful of a world of my own

one dot that makes a line

Now, once I turn around,
in time that slips away forever
the years that overflowed in me, my universe too,
a tiny trace that only keeps fading

While a candle burns bright at the end of the frail line
hands clasped tight
one dot, kneeling, waiting for tomorrow