By Pel Doski, a first-year ETA in Docheon, Changnyeong

Melissa Kukowski, “Victoria Harbour from The Peak,” Hong Kong
I am the constant drip of ink
   into a
         dim pool
                  of ideas.
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.