Stepping out our front door
I’m suddenly awash
in the cries of geese
filling every corner
of the night sky,
silhouettes bobbing
across the lunar disk,
a crowd of shadows
driven to mad dance
by the spectacle
of a full moon
floating free
of the planet’s grasp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
moon madness; quite interesting.