It’s just
a single white dot,
and yet—

Noise fades,
the sky turns suddenly pure.

From here to there,
every color appears,
yet it’s so transparent,
it feels suspended—
as if time itself has stopped.

It’s like arriving
in another world.
A hush falls over me.

Then, if those wings
gently unfold,
they become
the final brushstroke
on the wild hills and open fields,
as if thunder and lightning
had never visited—

Simply,
the last touch
on a long-awaited painting.

It feels
unreal,
like a lie.

Surely,
this isn’t reality.

Only when
those white wings unfold.

TaeHun Yoon
July 25, 2023