Puzzle pieces, each from a different set, end up with gaps to fill
with mind and whatnot. From afar they’re curlicues fluent in
longing–there’s too much to say about longing we’d better leave it
to life. A lump sum of the future is promised all the time.
Words revert to truly? all the time. In small ways we’re on the rise
all the same. I promise light hitting the lake hasn’t the ambition
of walls hitting a low ceiling. Of course, the puzzle is a metaphor,
a question, life colored in mostly, while light is not human, is not
life. Truly? Truly, to which most of the living must return.
Suphil Lee Park (수필리박 / 秀筆李朴) is a writer and translator from South Korea. She is the author of two poetry collections, All That’s in Bloom Is in Flames (forthcoming from Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2027), and Present Tense Complex (Conduit Books & Ephemera, 2021); and one poetry chapbook, Still Life (Factory Hollow Press, 2023). She also translated An Unraveling of One, an anthology of pre-20th-century Korean women’s poetry (forthcoming from TRP, 2027). Her work has appeared in The Kenyon Review, The New Republic, Poetry, and elsewhere.
