Brushes fit my hand poorly;
they tremble a trail, stagger
haphazard lines and weak strokes
even in monochrome,
stammering inconsistent
negotiations with the invisible
joint of fibre to fibre, of
hard to
unhard and unsoft
to soft –
still, I create a woman,
hesitant, lean a horse, only
quivering slightly, against her side,
wonder how she supports the weight.

Note: The title is the Chinese ideogram character , meaning mother.
It combines the character for female and that for horse.
(If you wonder, I’m not much good at Chinese calligraphy, hah.)