by Hua-lan Pei-ji

Virgo, Libra and Scorpio crossed the sky that winter night.
In the North, Cassiopea shone as if it knew the destiny that night held.
Far away, beyond the darkness, lay another world.
The galleon prepared to plow the South seas.
The wind swelled the sails.
The China Galleon set out that night without knowing
it would encounter a fate
that could not be named by the word chance:
but by life's mysterious ebbing and flowing
that explain everything and explain nothing.
The wind blows.
And the galleon sails on.
And the galleon sails on.