Descending Moon
–after Basho
I wake to a full moon,
run down the street to catch it.
It winks at me
from behind homes.
A wanderer steps aside for me
but the moon drops out of sight.
In its place, I try to catch a falling
leaf, its abandonment
a short-lived twirl.
Though leaves conceal the way
my friend the wind
sweeps me home.
At the dinner table, I rise
while others are still eating,
leave family in mid-sentence,
close the glass-paned door
behind me, find my way
into the basement.
8 thoughts on "Descending Moon"
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Breathtaking, Gaby!!
love: Though leaves conceal the way
my friend the wind
sweeps me home.
and how the photographer leaves her family mid-sentence to develop art.
I can picture you racing around the streets trying to catch the moon! It sounds like it caught you! Lovely words, scene, and picture.
I love how the speaker becomes the moon at the end, “descending” and the enjambment of “I try to catch a falling/leaf,”
I’m so intrigued by this ending. I love it!
Basho just told me he loves this.
Wonderful ! You’ve carved a very striking verbal triptych 👏.
Wow! I so enjoyed this playful and significant interaction of you and the moon!