Sabbath Sunrise

"The moon has a halo, there will be wind."

from Mei Yao Ch'en, "I Remember the Blue River"

















The ebb and flow of newcomers.
At Rendezvous they refresh the mood of celebration.
Old pines bunch together to seek stars.
The great lake a bed of sequins.
Somewhere a claim that across the bay
is where, at midnight, bears dance
to the chansons accompanied by fiddle.

As rum casks near their empty bottoms,
long trains of clouds coast overhead
like puffs of smoke from the mens' rosy pipes.
They sit now, alone, underneath
canoes considering the moon home.
The journey long; the night short.