Utopia of Attic

by Ma Yongbo

How I wish for an attic, its slating ceiling
Blue swirl of starry sky can be painted on
Blonde angels with a sack on his back
Flying horse, unicorn, the three furies
Taking turns to use the only eye, boat of Odysseus
Winged golden sandals, donkey ear, water well
The only small window with stained glass
The vineturn and climb onto it, till the roof
Light of different time perform magic
Tree shadow swaying like colorful confetti of kaleidoscope
You can come and go through the window, on the slope roof
Pulling the branches low, tasting the sour of stars
Cross carved from driftwood hangs on the empty wall
Waxed crimson wood floor
Too slippery to stand still, sun rays slip too
Old books, flowering succulents placed
Along the walls, tired of reading, throwing away the book
Just lie down on the floor, big cricket hops in
Rubbing its forelegs, sometimes you pray
or stare blankly, other times you write nonsense poems
Like what I am doing now, with no earthly purpose