Finalist : Terrain.org 8th Annual Contest in Poetry
Not only when the moon shines, but on dark nights too…
— Sei Shōnagon
Is it for love, for hate
I kill the fly and let the moth
circle the bathroom light?
Can you tell me,
as oat grass?
Where is the low bowl of moon
Who’s imitating who—
Me or the folds of dogwood buds
concealing our pleasure?
trace the surface of the water’s
If loss could be measured
like brilliance, last bits of sun
on the disappearing hills
While seven million people sleep
a few hawk moths search for
in near-extinct starlight
One foot in Holocene muck,
Hold tight the kite string—
Cicadas all day.
Crickets all night.
Who are you calling
the owl light
The quote that serves as epigraph comes from a line of Sei Shōnagon’s Pillow Book, as translated by Ivan Morris.
Header photo by arthaximmo, courtesy Pixabay.