New Year’s Wish
In this original poem, Eric Yip traces new year’s celebrations and regrets, both past and future

Anyway, the wish begins by tearing off
the calendar’s wrinkled face. It begins with
cilantro boats floating on my mother’s soup
like lily pads. It begins as confessions flown
by flocks of pigeons, a constellation of kisses
on another boy’s lips. The wish is the reason
I dream of deer, of peonies. It knows not the reasons
for the orphaning of my city, nor the origins
of parting. The wish orchestrates reunions,
holds me tight in the airport’s stainless lounge.
It phones my sister to ask about the wedding.
It phones my father and says I forgive
everything. The wish knows forgiveness is an art
I should teach myself. It remembers my mother,
her jade pendant slumbering in a lacquer box
six thousand miles away. It remembers
my grandmother holding me without even
knowing my name. The wish wants us
to be better at departures. It knows
every story must have its own winter.
The wish, like any wish, must choose
a place to end. It ends with the soft clinking
of chopsticks, fresh sprigs of scallion,
fish steamed to ivory, served on an ochre mat.
It ends with laughter in the grand room
of our mouths. It ends with me
on a marigold road, haloed with dusk,
looking for home.
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