Hakka Blue

I remember without date the place

Between two streets: a corridor, a lifeline

A covered alley, an ecology


I remember it as too much, too much to buy

The superfluous choice of porcelain

Chinese and Japanese earthenware


Out of this depth travelled the two cups

Of Hakka blue with bamboo grips

To fill with smoky tea at sunset


And now your voice by satellite

Tells me you are there, living in the courtyard

Of a place without date I remember