(Yanyun Chen, 飯。菜。湯。2014)

time comes out of the future, which does not yet exist,
into the present, which has no duration,
and into the past, which has ceased to be

— alison macleod

sightless you were born
but taught me you did
that seeing and sight are not
the same

as you lie there, I’m no longer
quite sure if I am lying
when I think to myself how much better it were
for you to no longer be here

between us — 性感 :
the sounds of the notes we played,
our blind dance

I thought you wouldn’t know
couldn’t tell there was a window beyond.
only now do I see, that it was you
who first showed me that to see is
to open oneself to what could be

you’ve never gone gently
whether in light or night; so why should we think
that whilst lying there, you are not
laughing in the face of what causes us most fright

Jeremy Fernando
May 2017
Singapore