Sonnet 4:
Graveyard Practice
The rink at night is such a lonely place;
An empty, hollow doldrum in the darkness.
Throughout the day, all children find new grace,
And light the rink up with their happiness.
The moon shines softly through the glass above
The moonbeams urge, "do skate the ice with us!"
I prize the huntress' touching distant love,
for My father thinks men's figures scandalous.
He never understood but his voice grates,
"But why would you, a boy, do such gay things?"
I practice axles on my hockey skates
Oh how the malice of the world does ring!
Though I am handicapped I still will try,
To skate; express with grace until I die.
Albert Chang was born in Taipei, Taiwan in 1985; spent his childhood in France and Taiwan. He immigrated to Canada at age nine and now lives in Vancouver. Classified "gifted," he is now a student of the Transition Program at the University of British Columbia. Besides a strong interest in his academic studies, Chang is also an accomplished violinist. He participates in the arts and enjoys writing short stories, poems, and short plays. Chang loves watching figure skating and wishes he could skate. He has dreamed of skating pairs since childhood.
