Coin

From Still Life, Three Worlds by Dai Pan (潘岱). Poem 16.

I want to sing a song without wind,
In the moment when the coin is tossed,
Consciousness slips past sunlight and smile,
I gaze upon your face,
Until flowers bloom in the sea, the trend.

Facing the red door,
I sit in silence while strangers pass by,
Where fingertips meet shadow-cast leaves,
under rooms bathed in moonlight,
In an unchangeable conclusion,
Your breath Carves a definite distance.
The sky, collapsing,
Noise separating lips from teeth, at the ear's edge,
Seeking modern interpretation, faith and language.

Digital leaves the home,
Finally finding his earphones
In the coffee cup's embrace.

Cite as: Dai Pan, "Coin," Three Worlds, Still Life, poem 16, 2025. https://daipan.ink/still-life/coin

Still Life 16

Coin

I want to sing // a song without wind,
In the moment when // the coin is tossed,
Consciousness slips past sunlight and smile,
I gaze upon your face,
Until flowers bloom in the sea, // the trend.

Facing the red door,
I sit in silence // while strangers pass by,
Where fingertips meet shadow-cast leaves,
under rooms bathed in moonlight,
In an unchangeable conclusion,
Your breath Carves a definite distance.
The sky, collapsing,
Noise separating lips from teeth, // at the ear's edge,
Seeking modern interpretation, // faith and language.

Digital leaves the home,
Finally finding his earphones
In the coffee cup's embrace.