In the Acknowledgement section the perceptive Korean/Torontonian poet writes:
"When I hear the vacuum of time and tide, the waves revive the songs of leaves as fresh memories, and the shining moon on the water whispers to me about my past. Even now, I see and hear the last Korean war, the forgotten wounds deeply rooted in my shadow. It seems to me like endless words murmuring in the roar of the sea shell."
Of Waves
Does the sea
its penetrating eyes that speak
search for
footsteps on shore?
It weeps once again
erasing the shadows of yesterday
and swallowing the sands of the past.
Or, are the waves
stirring the currents and moaning
to open a new dawn?
They call for tomorrow.
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