June 08th, 2020

In the still night by the vacant window,
Wrapped in a monk’s robe,
I sit in meditation.
Navel and nostrils line up straight;
Ears paired to the slope of the shoulders.
Window whitens
The moon comes up;
Rain’s stopped,
But drops go on dripping.
The moon of this moment,
Distant, vast.

Ryokan (1758–1831)