Entering the atmosphere
Though matter’s not been lost it’s still true
For the first time in 87 years there’s a world
Without my father in it Night knots up
Inside me Stars swim away
Things burn apart entering this place
They slur into small and smaller nothings
Instead of crashing. It saves us here
On the ground some peril the high burning
And provides a light in the shape
Of direction though by rule all
Who try to enter are leaving
Some other place I saw my dad
Die but have no idea what he saw if he
Saw what was beginning or if
Nothing begins and so
Many ends
Are not seen by any eye.
Translations from the English 
Love this. And you, Poet.
Thank you, Emily. Much love back over the mountain to you! And I can’t wait to see your book of Arthur Sze’s poems completed.
Wonderful poem!
Thank you!
Beautiful poem, Jeff!
Thanks, Chris. Happy New Year!
Happy New Year to and Mary and the kids!