Intercepting Jun-Fan (Bruce Lee)
Above a vast campus with
no intentions
as I walked across the terrain;
just stepping toward
what seemed like the only other human in sight.
Breaking through the distance I could see what
looked like a raw whip; a fresh branch
unattached.
Both suns cast shadows off scholarly pillars
composing an opaque grid over
what would become our bastion of battle.
There was no motion;
I decided to speak.
But instantly I’m cut off
by this insignificant man,
who introduced himself.
I am the subtle tide.
He spoke with flowing dignity;
a river—unrelenting and without pause
yet he was a pool—gentle,
reflecting my glances
and measuring each of my breaths
as he stood still, rippling—
my eyes flinched.
I found myself a weed in the water —
surrounded; as he crashed once again
intercepting me. Defeated I asked
if I could learn that.
He laughed earnestly and said
no, but I could certainly become it.
