Siân
Playing with the Moon (after Li Bai)
The moon does not stay
full forever.
But wait, do
not leave for the night is
young. There is still time.
We will leave for the sky.
What a joyous thing it is to fly
with the dancing dragon and moon,
as full as ever could be.
It is getting late and
I am cold.
Now we must leave.
Leave the sky.
* * * *
Morning on Miao Mountain
I wander the beautiful mountains.
From where I stand they are blue,
so blue you can barely tell them
from the sky.
The closer I come to them
the more the blue fades and
green comes in. I come to the
feet of the mountains. They
have become a luscious green.
Suddenly the mountain opens
as if it had a mouth. Why
had I not seen it before?
It is the dragon,
the great dragon.
It scoops me up and flys over
the ocean
my feet skim the water.
Then I woke up.
I was sleeping. on a rock
near the water.
Had it been a dream?
Had it been real?
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