The Little Liang Mountains
Are little
Just about as big as my eyes
I close my eyes
And the sky above darkens
The Little Liang Mountains
Are little
Just about as big as my voice
Exactly the right size
For my words to traverse it
And respond to my mother's calls
The Little Liang Mountains
Are little
Just as small as a needle's eye
My poems often cross them
Mending my mother's clothes
The Little Liang Mountains
Are little
Just about as big as my thumb
When I'm away
I always hold it out
On a level
With other people's eyes
