Three Poems
Watching the Moonrise Alone
Watching the moonrise alone
the silent moon is like the person watching
They’re alone together
No one utters a single word
The passage of time is like the journey of the moon
across the sky
It moves further and further away
until the sky is completely empty
Move the Stone to Someone Else’s Heart
Where is the unknown remedy
that can lift from my heart
this huge stone
For three hundred and seventy-two days I’ve tried to
push it away
But nothing moves it to someone else’s heart
A Believer
She spoke about being in heaven
while we talked
all night long
Though it was raining that night
she dwelt in the warm house of God
But where was I?
That evening when we were face-to-face –
the voices of two people
At least she was in heaven for a while
It was pouring rain all around us
but her hair never got wet
or her fingers
It was as if
when I was there that night
the door of God’s house always stood open
Translations from the Chinese