The Poet Enters the Imagination of South Korea*

 

Where the wind mets the water

is a memory of trees, a discussion

of serenity. The Otherlands

are full of moving fruit,

like coloured balls played with

by children, and a tree lying down  

on a bed of clouds. Elsewhere 

there’s a green, leafy print

of a poem in French,

in its centre an open flower 

traced in lines of light.

I am the one who will come

and tell you of all these things.

I am who reminds you, ‘When you go, 

don't forget you carry back magic.'

*Viewing online images from South Korea’s National Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art

The first three lines of the poem appropriate titles of some of the exhibits.

NaPoWriMo Prompt: The poem is meant to answer, 'obliquely', the question of why I am a poet.