My favorite all time poetry book is the classic 100 Poems from the Japanese translations by Kenneth Rexroth. It is the book I always go back to. Always. I refer to this book the way some refer to the Holy Bible. I promptly offer up this book as more my mode of construction of life.
Summer in the mountains is spectacular. The nights and early mornings in particular when the scent of the pine trees and crispness of the air over take you. And when there’s a moon all bets are off. It is truly beautiful. And it makes longing even that much more lustful. So last night in the tradition of the book, I wrote this.
A Japanese Court Poem Evening
If we were 500 years ago
I’d walk out onto the back deck,
watch the moon through the pine
plead for your safe passage here
The wind would blow
the frayed edge of my kimono
I would hide the faint trace of my smile
and I’d wait there in memory of
when your naked body and the dark
of night were one in the same.