Diving for poems,
I entered the moon's reflection.
The water swallowed me like a womb,
Like a shark, like a dark friend.
Shadows swam round me;
I dipped into the depths, over and over.
Moon poems are beautiful, plucked from inky fathoms.
I would wish for all poem fishers,
Little lights set out along the shore
To guide them back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem