Stand

You ask where I stand

I look up at the birds in the sky and refuse

To reply, among the crowd we breathe the same

Air, standing we experience happiness and sadness

But on this same piece of ground we

See things differently, at the same time

We see the crowds passing by

On both sides of the street. If we forget our

Different directions. I will answer you

That all people walk in their homeland.

                                    - Xiang Yang, translated by John Balcom