the moon

molten silver
poured into
molten pearl,
awash
with lustrous glaze,
floating in
a pale pool
of sunlight.

WHY

                    a question.
               not                It
             is                       is a
           It                          way
                                        of
                                       living.
                                       We
                                    live
                                  it
                                and
                              lose
                             with
                            it -
                           our
                           sanity
                           and
                           lives.

                           why

Again and Again

-by Rainer Maria Rilke

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which others
fall : again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

Translated by Stephen Mitchell