My Picture

It’s the edge of the world,
and I am tired.
The sound of water
says what it thinks.

Fish are walking
and sparrows singing.
Too often hinting of past things,
how far-off they are!

The moon taps at the window,
tap, tap, tap…..
Searching for the spotlight,
a slatted loneliness.

By the mountains, graceful
a kite ascends…
As the wind beats the wind,
pitying a lonely cicada voice.