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