One-Eyed Portrait

“Give it to me!”

the child cries

  reaching for the harvest moon —Issa

There is a tiny girl with a strawberry moon on her foot,

She lands smiling in the glow to stamp her worldly beats.

There is a woman who wears a lover’s eye on her heart,

She stands dripping pearls... bedazzled. The clasp cheats.

Hands grasp for the harvest moon of September. Behold!

Being-in-the-world: 

The nature of existence penetrating particles on solar winds,

It hits. A jet black iron ball speeding through darkest matter—

Blue left eye bodkin darning time together with flower attar. 

Paper lanterns rise. Crowned in twelve flames, they swoon, 

Eat mooncakes and dwell in a dewdrop image of the moon.