The Suitor

    We lie back to back.

    Curtains lift and fall，

    like the chest of someone sleeping.

    Wind moves the leaves of the box elder；

    they show their light undersides，

    turning all at once

    like a school of fish.

    Suddenly I understand that I am happy.

    For months this feeling

    has been coming closer，

    stopping for short visits，

    like a timid suitor.