Things have been too unclear

since I picked up my pen

and started writing…

and wondering.

Every thing became

a transparent spectacle

wherein the behind

shows infinite meanings,

happenings, importance,

beauty, hollowness

and fullness;

like

a jigsaw puzzle

I used to unravel

when I was a child;

words

just seemed not enough

to enclose them.

And every time

my mind would burst out

with unknown emotion

of dissatisfied eagerness

to unfold,

and to write,

the puzzle:

I’m a wonderer

since I decided

to become a writer…