Q and A in the Woods

in one summer morning,

i was standing 

on the bridge over a small stream

to see the water.

a young boy approached me,

asking me how many fish were in the water.

“Well, I did not count the fish, but about ten.”

Then, he started counting,

“one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!”

“You are right. There are ten fish.”

That was the way my day began and

I was happy with a young boy greeting an old Asian man.

There was no racial discrimination between an old man and

a young American boy in the woods.

I started to count the fish, but they were moving constantly

upstream.

--Yearn Hong Choi