Traveling At Night


Slender grasses,

A breeze on the riverbank,

The tall mast

Of my boat alone in the night.

Stars hang

All across a vast plain.

The moon leaps

In the Great River’s flow.

My writing

Has not made a name for me,

And now, due to my age and illness,

I must quit my official post.

Floating on the wind,

What do I resemble?

A solitary gull

Between the heavens

and the earth.

Greg Whincup

A solitary gull – Between the heavens and the earth.

Peace,

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