In the Heart of Seoul

I wrote a peom about this city a while ago. Now than I'm back it comes to mind again.

In Korea again
Back in the must of that sultry city
Back in the whiff of its kimchi-filled gutters
Fermenting the more
Back to the winter winds of Siberia
Brushing down city-street funnels
With no where else to go
Biting a long European nose
Two wickets in the middle of so much noise
Hello sir, are you in peace?
Busy
Hello sir, have you ever seen this book?
Go somewhere else
Are you in peace?
Ahh, Veywe goo Koereea.
Fighting the cold out of our knuckles
With morning study
With desire to fill up the time
Between breakfast and dwenjjang with love
Shall we try some hymns?
Then the story comes out.
We move to France for a moment
Where the brother used to sing hymns
Where the people’s hearts seemed colder
Than a Siberian winter
There they would find a missing link
In the warmth of those sacred notes.
The notes, on key and off, resonated
Resonated like a revolution waiting to break
Resonance is the magic of the moment
At a five-way interchange in downtown Seoul
Two wickets with a quiet, abiding resonance
In the middle of so much noise.