Everyone is sleeping
Laundry hanging, silence speaking
Quiet alleyways, food stalls scentless
Lights are out, I set out.
Shortly dripping, over heating
Cob webs, mesh the passage
I am the first up.
Who doesn't like to be the first? And being smeared with spider lace.
Medicinal properties to be found in there I am sure.
My skin looks better already.
I walk up, and Up, and Up
Step by step, endless stairway to the top
It rains, what difference does that make?
Emerging above the clouds, I am rinsed off
My heart is pounding, a few more times and I'll run it
Why oh why do this ? Seriously
Wake up at 4.30, set out
Sweat it out, Sit it out
Watch it, Take it in
Think it in
Walk it back down
Do it all over again, next day
Wait, you have no idea
Atop the peak, there's a stone
A rock, a spot, a space, a place
Where Hong Kong reveals itself
Wakes up under a ever changing Turner sky
Golden yellow or pastel blue
The many hues, the fragrances
Not all of it is busy - not all of it is city.
Some of it sits quietly.