Outside, the sun slowly rises out of the lake, like yesterday—
on cue, flowers open, birds are singing, the world wakes and stretches.
Inside, my room is quiet. I lie back down with empty arms.
I wrote this, my first sijo, for a competition by the Sejong Cultural Society. You can find the winners (not me!), as well as a lot more information on this Korean form of poetry, right here! Although it wasn’t chosen, I’m still fond of what I wrote. Quite melancholy.
