By Pel Doski, a first-year ETA in Docheon, Changnyeong
Pour me over the landscape sweetly.
Let me soak in the sundry warren.
I dip into valleys and climb hills.
Each crevice gives me passing gems
which I swallow and ponder for years.
Watch me as I grow wise and tall,
as I let caution evaporate
like the sweet memory of fear.
Resolve courses through malleable
veins. The ones that bled in despair.
Between mountains my journey
begins. Under trees I sprout.