24) Gas Station in the Sky

       Wolran Kim   

  

 

The place to stop

The sky at which we can always look up

The tired land wherewe keep walking

The sky at which we can always look back

 

Despite no one returning

Everyone believes they went back

After two feet drink a sigh

The way comes from rising to the sky

 

Because of that high blue

That is never known by a secret of pouring time

And the amount of stock

We used to refuel in the air raising our eyes

 

Where birds lay eggs on the horizon

I sit upon it

The sky stays on the fingertips

Becoming a star-studded heaven even when it’s dark

 

Once while turning the engine off

Operating the wipers if it rains

My throat is wet

As if I ran through the dry desert

 

At the place that could be shaded by hands

Loading lubricating oil thatdrops

I had been running through a huge field of view

 

On the land that looks like the homeless shelter

Floating with nothing missing

In the darkness brightening the dark

That quiet hope