Thursday, January 17, 2013

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Hong Kong Evening

"Whose woods these are I think I know.  His house is in the village though."  -Frost

-Kowloon, Hong Kong(香港):  I had escaped Saudi Arabia, arriving from Dubai after sleeping on a rolled up styrofoam cushion on the floor of a wet and damp mosque.  A few months living and working there in the desert can deaden your mind, and now suddenly, I was in Hong Kong again and feeling alive.
"He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow."  -Frost

In the desert of Saudi, stationed along the Yemenese border, the earth slowly oozes a black oil onto the surface of dust.  Lumbering tanker trucks roll off into the black night and you walk along these roads facing the oncoming headlights of swerving cars with the sand seeping into your eyes and ears in deafening despair.
"My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near."  -Frost

But that's how time operates, isn't it?  You close your eyes and you are in one place, close them again and you awake in another.
"Between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year."  -Frost

Walking through the frozen air of the Hong Kong street markets, stopping for steamy egg snacks and fishsticks, feeling the buzz of life around you.  Eyeing the people:  Two lovers holding hands pass, a boy in an Elvis jacket comes his hair in the wind, a mother sets her child onto a bicycle and looks up toward the night sky, expecting it to snow.
"The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep."  -Frost

Then you suddenly remember who you are, the past months dim in focus and memory, and you know you'll live to fight another day.

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