Poetry by Henry He

Henry He is age 28. Located in Los Angeles. His other interests include theatre, acting, and drawing. His favorite types of music include reggae, ska, classical, country and gospel.

I Walk on the Freeway

when it’s time to go
don’t make a big deal
just head out that door,
there’s a bucket of water
I left for you
don’t drink from it
even if you thirst
resist
your journey has yet to begin
and once you have crossed the roads
and passed the houses they built on the cliff
then you will know you are on your way
but until you see those houses on the cliff
and the sun shining upon them
you have not lived

red bird

if it takes longer than that to go but whether or not you go
then it can be seen like a bird flying into a forest
long ago.
“the bird is red” said the old
and red bird is good to see
it isn’t so, just that it isn’t good but the child’s angel is that red bird
you can’t deny such things.
father won’t you come to see the child
but he is in the forest hunting for the red bird.