lunar new year

grandma loved that

bonsai on the lake

& you took after her

careful gardener

you cut me down, molded me

now my roots are

strong from weathering

all these storms

but I’m trained to feel

boundaries where they’re not

it’s an open sky and

I am naturally unruly

I think you’ve known this

since my youth, didn’t you

because you wanted

to be an artist too

you may think I’m misguided

but I know who I am

I am not a bonsai

I have always been a vine

dragon heart

I found my courage

when I stretch my arms

I embrace you too