Migratory Birds As Me Poem by Cui Gya

I've been a migratory bird for years
When the ice covers the earth
The compass of the heart
Is anchored to the tropics
I can't help cone cells' desire for green
I can't help brain circuits'hope for the emerald colored sea
Within 18 degrees north latitude
Heaven and earth are drunk in the dry season with more oxygen
The buffalo is under the bungalow
Wandering
Blackbirds fly from Singapore bay to Malacca in one breath
Frangipani is in full bloom with enthusiasm
Sakyamuni's temple
In golden light
If you don't talk to the night sky
The Imam's prayer will come from the wild sky
Once by the pond
Meeting a gecko singing
Quack-pa, quack-pa
It's complimenting me in Filipino