Another return to the past

I rode the Skytrain every week day back in 2000 and wrote many poems about the trip and who lives nearby.

Plate of Noodles

We cram into the Skytrain,

Ray and I,

to make our way to Stadium-Chinatown

for Sunday dinner at his parent’s place.

and every week I’m served that self-same

plate of noodles, spice too hot.

And Popo demands

I answer certain questions

and detains me; poised as I am to walk the Asian line.

It derails me to enter conversations in a language where

I can’t see the roses bloom,

watch the lightning flash, or

cuddle as I hold my lover’s hand

and walk along the sea wall by the inlet,

oblivious to penetrating biased eyes.

© Catherine Woods 2000, 2017