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COMMUNITY CENTRE MAHJONG
By: Monica Kam
The Poem
the old are impatient
with the young
so slow
we spoil the game
some of us still waiting
for our forefathers
to settle their debts
before we can learn to play
others serve
chrysanthemum tea
and ask for forgiveness
miming their gratitude
I teach that
you can give away a game
with just one sigh
they lean in
I teach that sparrows
live amongst bamboo
but take flight
to become dragons
I learn to touch
a tile and know its name
that we, thirteen orphans
make a winning hand
the elders peer in
adjusting our shoulders
and calling our names
louder than our shuffling
the dice are thrown
the prevailing wind is East
these are the rules
they welcome us home
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