The awareness, recovering from numb days like a blow to the elbow the
slowness of the pain
the plain scent of lovechilli sauce can pique the appetite
and a late supper stirs dreams sip wine, get a little drunk
blood also feels the slowness of the body
the spread of warmth sitting, shifting,sitting under the desk lamp asking
this dance
of fingers to grasp the slowness of the writing
how in life so many instants can be met by soul waking up

Translated by W.H.Herbert and Zhou Zan