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.
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