The Full Moon of Home

The Full Moon of Home
Yong Wan Choi 12.13.08
On nights when the full moon
rises, floating, behind the high-rises
my hometown, long forgotten,
lights up my shadowed heart
the cars honking loudly along the street
the footsteps hurrying past
the stories spilled with no one to hear
all scattered in the whirlpool
but a warm heart welcomes me from far away
I embrace the full moon of home
pouring the city's sky into a teacup
as we share laughter sip by sip
the lights in the buildings go out one by one
and when even the footsteps in the street fall silent
beside the empty chair of the one who drained the cup and left
I lean on the full moon and stay up all night