– Henry W. Leung –
In the Gobi Desert, we reach the tail
of the Great Wall, no taller than five feet
yet insurmountable with camels.
We take a photo sitting on top
in dull scarves, repeating water bottles
lining the edge.
But you, you ask to be told
how to feel. And you cannot tell which side
of open space we face, cannot pinch
what lies between us. We are at the end
of the line. Please, crease the photo,
like a map, like the subjunctive,
like Diogenes, who it might be said
was actually seeking, alone, a home.