February 15^th, 2020

By the west eaves I rested
From drafting edicts,
Pines and bamboos
Wrapped in deep stillness.
Then the moon came up,
A fresh breeze began to blow,
And suddenly it was like
An evening in the mountains.
That was why I dreamt
Of the southwest,
Dreamt I was on an outing
To Hsien-yu Temple.
And when I woke and
Heard the sound of the
Palace water clock,
I still thought it was the
Trickling of a mountain stream.