A Mid-Autumn Poem That Arrived One Day Early

2008/9/13 13:57:41

A bit confused — I'd been thinking today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, only just discovering it's actually tomorrow. The Mid-Autumn poem was written as-is, a day early. An error made, an error to own. Posting it here — compared to last year's "Seeing the Moon at Mid-Autumn," you can sense the difference for yourselves:

Homesickness

Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán

The fifteenth moon before the bed

Three thousand frosts upon the pillow

Heaven's heart — sea tides boiling

Ghost-eyes — electric waves gone wild

No wires can fix a position

Too many spears — hard to expose to light

Raising my head beyond the stars

Looking back — twice bewildered