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from the July 2004 issue: Speaking In Tongues: Religious Literature

Adrift on the Lake

Autumn sky illuminates itself all empty
distances away toward far human realms,


cranes off horizons of sand tracing its
clarity into mountains beyond clouds.


Crystalline waters quiet settling night.
Moonlight leaving idleness everywhere


ablaze, I trust myself to this lone paddle,
this calm on and on, no return in sight.

 

From Mountain Home: The Wilderness Poetry of Ancient China, forthcoming from New Directions.

July 2004
Speaking In Tongues: Religious Literature
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