Watching the Moon with Thoughts of Far Away
Bright moon born of the sea,
at sky's farthest edges we share it now.
A man of heart, hating the long night,
till the end of evening wakeful, remembering,
I put out the lamp, marvel at the moonlight's fullness,
don a cloak, aware of the dampness of dew.
No way to send my gift, this handful of moonbeams,
I go back to bed, dreaming of good times.
~Chang Chiu 673-740
(Burton Watson, translator)
On this day of Moon Festival, I send you all a handful of moonbeams.
photo: Bruce Behnke (c) 2011