How

From Bless You, Three Worlds by Dai Pan (潘岱). Poem 13.

I hope to see a smile,
Yet fear it might be too forced.
Like sunshine hanging on morning trees,
No need to question its existence.
I cannot touch it, brief,
Soon replaced by its original face.

How to restrain, to stop,
The heart's pulse, emotions flowing,
Watching sunlight reflect on waves.

Is it truly warm?
I cannot touch it, I don't know.

Bottle bubbles blur my shape,
Seeing shadows of fish chasing boats,
Always untouchable, somehow.

Cite as: Dai Pan, "How," Three Worlds, Bless You, poem 13, 2025. https://daipan.ink/bless-you/how