Wednesday morning, October 12,2022 at 6: 43 a.m.
The moon at full, so bright, this morning,
at 6: 43 a.m., from our back deck; and again,
right now as I write and survey this morning
sky at 7: 03, this sheltering sky, this shelter
of a poem—it comes to that—the tall street light
opposite, diagonally across from our deck now
turning off, the moon still burning bright until
what o'clock this morning? Time. Yes, time,
and what to make of it today. Since daybreak...
what will the sky, the day reveal once this full
moon vanishes? What revelations? Possibilities?
Kanosei 可能性 Potential. ポテンシャル We will see.
The moon again at 7: 12 a.m., and the sky a light,
light-color blue and clouds with pink highlights,
wispy "coulds" and "could be's" and the moon
still at 7: 30, still, the sky, and this poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem