‘Being Without Bent’
Light and shadow leaf out from the same tree
I sit under the roots of the sky grateful for absence
Because I know its shapes make the present
Present itself against this blue sincerity
It is too early for the crickets to give advice
The hornets of time find another corner of wood
As the porch shadow turns east and I sit in my new self
The climbing moon pauses on a mulberry leaf
And later on the neighbor’s roof unnoticed
The pale afternoon ladder has no rungs
But the moon turns slowly until upside
Down it can fall up the sky
Translations from the English 
i sit in my new self..
I keep trading in for the new moment’s model. But it drives pretty much the same.
Wonderful, Jeff!
Thanks E!
so beautiful
Thank you–