a poem i wrote to my mother while I was in China in 2000

[netsirk5ak]

Gaia (means mother in Balinese)

I sit wondering, waiting
for something to happen.
As I look into the
ebony night sky
I want to
reach out and touch
the stars.
Knowing they are too far
to reach for, I still
try.

It is hard for me to grasp
the concept that you
are not in the
next room.
I miss our "chats" in the
evening, and the conversations
during the daytime.
I even
miss the arguments
about boys and
clothes.

I have learned that
no matter how
loud I yell you
cannot hear
me.

I know that my pain,
tears, joy, laughter,
and excitement will
cross the deep cyan
ocean, and reach
you in your dreams.

No matter
where we are in
the world I know
we are reaching
for the same stars,
and looking at
the same moon.