Meeting Robert Olen Butler
Write from where you dream, Robert said.
Absurd indeed that I nearly mistook him
as Christopher Nolan (with metaphorical hair),
preaching about hinges of the unconscious.
How dangerous for one to trespass borders
without a visa to meet vis-à-vis childhood
burials, daily residuals & return to reality
like a tourist from a weekend retreat.
The where has no embassy, it aligns with no
airlines, no direct flights, no transits.
But a runway, its sure surface extends
to the solitude of the sea, a mind in ruins.
by Nicholas Wong