Third
Place
Winner Teen: Johnson Chan
Nocturne under a Pedestrian
Light
Standing under a desolate red
light
Cars approaching, headlights
bright
Into the eyes a blinking
sight
Looks above to find a starry
night.
Head up for an instant, and
Finds an exact instant in
time
A moment without progress,
Neither past nor future.
And still not present.
Coconsciousness transcends
time
Like the unseen Burnt Norton
Or a minor quartet by the Deaf
man
Or Sisyphus watching his
rock,
Rolling down from the top.
* * *
The timeless ocean
Sings a Chopin berceuse…
Asks for sentimental hand
That leads across the sea to an
island
A place where yellow fog is no
more,
Stars and rainbows for all
The watchful eyes of the moon
Like a distorted reflection off a
spoon.
I have seen Burnt Norton
When my heart finally paused…
* * *
Standing under a desolated read
light
Cars approaching, headlights
bright
Dense Grey towers do give
fright
Nowhere to escape this
plight.
Head down at the scarred concrete
floor
Tick, tock…tick.tock…
Every second that drips by,
Still waiting for another
second
To be sucked into the black hole
of history.
Unconsciousness is free from
Neither past nor future
And still not present.
Red light turns into envy
green,
And cars are told to stop,
Yet I stand still below the night
sky,
Waiting for
Godot.
