Hiding out-back of a hand-built tea-shop,
bamboo over lake Kaptai,
strong sweet chai,
skinny chicken picks round my toes,
skinny boy grins and stirs reflected light into my tea.
No one can see my difference here –
ask impossible questions like where I’m from,
but I can watch their loud, crowded lives
chattering past on bright paths
and feel happy and sad inside,
in a bamboo teashop.