– For my beloved sister, Peng
In my dream we went on a long trip we’d never
materialise – you and me, sister and sister.
We hiked into a forest in our rucksacks
and picked mushrooms we’d never cook.
We climbed a mountain so high and steep
I clung tightly to your arm on the way up.
We found a giant Rafflesia and marvelled at it
as we clasped our nostrils against the stench.
We trekked a trail plagued with leeches
and helped each other to pluck them off our bodies.
We turned somersaults in the river like trout
despite both of us failing at swimming lessons.
We braved a sudden downpour as we trudged
across a bogland, giggling at squelching boots.
We slept in the cradle of a centuries-old Chengal,
the sky for a blanket, and counted the stars.
came morning, the end of the journey,
we walked to the station – but, Sister,
why did you board the train