A poem of Coming Of Age..adolescence and revelation.

T'ai Chi Chuan.

We all decided to go on this trip
And took a Greyhound to Boston:
The whole jaded class,it seemed.
The ride,monotonous and tiresome,
Was a trudge through grey highway,
But on arrival, Boston was buzzing with lights!]

I first sighted a tramp on a corner street,]
Then a prostitute,dealing ,on the beat..]
We arrived at hotel and decided to visit:
Boston was a boring world of university campuses]
And students drinking tea or hot chocolate at cafes.]

And then she appeared:in the morning frosty light,]
Pristine as a white dove in rapid flight_]
An asian woman in a park.
Practicing T'ai chi chuan ,graceful and alert,]
I was mesmerized by her gestures and her art_]
Swinging slowly her arm and moving her hand to the sky,]
The memory of her dauntless concentration]
Forever engraved in my mind_


Dreamlike ,as I was hardly awake,
She reminds of hope in a darkness of hate.]