1 Queen's Road, Central District. They are living a happy life, they say. They have made a home, with bedrooms (tents), 2 sofas, book shelves, a computer area. Last night they held a community kitchen, with beautiful food brought by friends and supporters. One friend brought a huge organic pomelo grown at Kadoorie Farm. Another, living plants and compost from Lantau. And I, a huge pot of veggie soup from Tai Hang. Today, there's a workshop on how to pickle turnips. The residents will also be picking wild plants for their food, and collecting the discarded butts of vegetables from nearby markets.
I want to find you in the cold wind channel but all the waves are going the other way
I never see who is driving me home
Photo: Jordan Ferry, Hong Kong Text: 'Taking this Big Ferry' is from my book, 'Delicate Access' I used to take two ferries to get to my home. Slow, wide, wooden seats, open to ocean wind. The photograph records the first ride, on an old vehicular ferry, which used to run from Jordan District to Central District. The poem is set on the second one, from Central District to my carless island, fifty-minutes away, the engine soothing, the captain always unseen.
We have two cows, always together.Both mother the other, biologically or socially. Sometimes they groom each other, eyes all dreamy. This is Binny, who bellows every so often for grass or hay, for self, and mother, one or two years older.