What is hanging still there over the clouds and houses?
In this moment when even the crickets are pursing their lips.
I know the gravity of things keeps it all moving, that it takes
time for the light to reach me, I know on a soft quiet night
nothing is still but look up there, memory the size of the moon,
lighting the way, going nowhere, perfectly still.
Translations from the English 
Yes! This one has it all, Jeff! Exquisite imagery…similar to an extended haiku. 🙂
Ron
Thank you, Ron. Means a lot that you get it’s a form with invisible constraints…
Beautiful. I like the repetition of “I know” in the second stanza. And I especially love the image of “cricket pursing their lips”. Just beautiful.
Thanks L! Of course, crickets could make a ton of noise even with their lips pursed, but I just took that poetic license.