Poetry

No moon tonight 
I had to find― 
my path along the hedges 
by fireflies. 
 
The river was in haze, 
not wearing any scent. 
Some invisible hands were 
rowing a boat in midstream. 
 
At this time a god jumps― 
in, to sort out the memory of dark nights. 
Not dementia. But I will 
try to remember your face in moonlight. 
 
Once I had lost my way 
to your home. Now my 
home has lost me for ever.