IX

Creaking of the door;
a child vanishes slowly
in the evening mist.

VIII

Struggling with the Sun;
faint silhouette of the Moon
painted in deep blue.

VII

The wind went silent;
brown leaves still falling on the
terracotta roofs.

VI

Children long asleep;
a moth moving its wet wings
inside a closed jar.

V

A clap of thunder–
vast fields of ripe wheat shiver
in the scorching sun.

IV

Shoes left on the shore–
the sound of waves building up
against the dry sand.

III

Outside my window
a nightly guest looms stilly
but never enters.

II

Birds circling up high–
I hold a deep breath to hear
the heart of the sea.

I

One windy morning
the Moon fell on the mountains.
They swallowed it whole.