Orchid Island
Revisited Orchid Island a week after the typhoon hazard.
Traveling alone, I looked at this island from distant, tried to remember everything projected into my eyes.
Gradually I had some close friends, and little by little to know the world in their minds.
Destroyed land shown on TV; Scenic pictures taken by tourists;
but what cannot be seen,
are spirits of ancestors within the bushes;
are treasurable water sources in the deep mountain;
are the taros waiting to bud in the farm;
are the computers crashes in the families;
are the calms stick to the coral reef;
and the radiation hidden everywhere.