Fear and Freedom

The secrets of my heart
are like water drops
on a dark Japanese fan.

Much as I want
they won’t hide
in the folds of time

or fly,
for the fear
of failure.


But sometimes,
in the event
of my forgetfulness,

the wind will strum the fan
and the drops will dance-
unmindful of the fall.

And in those musical moments,
I will compose my song.


~Proma