When I Was the Chinaman’s Granddaughter-In-Law |
by Dena Rash Guzman
In Soo Chin's garden, honeysuckle vines choked a fronded mesquite.
I absorbed the last starlight of the Year. Soo Chin brought tea and confusing wisdom -
"My grandson is not your mirror. He'll see that when his eyes turn inward. When I was a boy in China I loved a good woman too, but I married Mrs. Chin instead."
All around us the New Year gathered. Rain whispered miles high in clouds. It told us, "You never will know." |