From child to man to child

Hong Kong Harbor
1967 or 1968
cloudy cold and wet
the wind put the flag
to attention, the water
blended into the grey sky
a young sailor looked
into the murky depths,
an old man reflects.

this windblown world
so fragile
like a spiderweb,
so powerful,
like the volcano,
soft as a womens breast,
hard as a diamond.

what is there to learn?
what is there to know?

the ship pulls slowly away,
the docks disappear in the grey fog.
life is forever
there is no reason why.

You were in Hong Kong in 67-68???

Do you have pictures

hahahahaha

Peace,
Aiwei

hahaha

no pictures
but i was that sailor
and the harbor
and the fog and the grey sky
or so this old man recalls