Revisited Orchid Island a week after the typhoon hazard.
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 taros waiting to bud in the farm;
are computers crashed in the houses;
are calms stuck to the coral reef;
and the radiation hidden everywhere.