a series of poems on 金面山 (jin mian shan)
this past monday, on our last morning in taipei, kevin and i got up at 4 a.m. to hike to the top of jin mian shan. at 5:30 a.m., i found myself lying on top of a wide slanted boulder, watching the sky lighten in layers of lavender and blueish-grey as a soft orange glow spread from the eastern mountainside. i don’t want to ever forget that moment. how intensely content i felt to be up there, tiny, just breathing in cold air. at one point, i took out my phone and left seven sho