In my recurring dream, a man shaped like a Henry Moore sculpture lies at the foot of the Toronto skyline. Red and black slashes cut the sky above him. The title, A Meeting Place of Minds, is printed at the top of the book. My signatures, Chinese and English, scrawl across a water-stained map of Taiwan at the bottom.
Pacific shore ...
one poem after another
folded into boats
Note: The origin of the name "Toronto" comes from the Huron word toran-ten, which literally means meeting place.
