After Ryokan*
In my cup
In the thin snow
In front of your window
In the window sky
In the blue distance
In the scattered doors
In the pool near your room
In the shadow on the highway
In every quarter of the evening land
In the staves of the sky
I seem to hear your voice
(New and Selected Poems - New Poems, p. 264)
Copyright ©: David Shapiro
*Taigu Ryokan, a Japanese poet