Golden wat

As I drove by the steeple
Of a very tall building,

I was reminded of the 
Brilliance of a child—

Standing alone and barefoot
In front of the coruscating tip 

Of a golden wat built 
Almost six hundred years ago—

The ability to see—still the 
Strokes of light brushed 

Indifferently, past the 
Shadows—made known 

That the true nature of 
Perseverance was always  
Colder than the sun.

Dale Chou
2012-11-04