Clasping the pinewood moon guitar
I walked towards the pine trees
Holding the round stringless moon
The pine trees walked towards me
One stroke of my hand
I filled the air with music
One shrug of their shoulders
The pines let moonlight splash the earth
On the ground was my shadow
Transformed by moonlight into pine shadows
In the air was pine music
Transformed by guitar strings into heart music
Unknowing when, clasping moon
I walked out of the pines
Also unknowing, holding the moon guitar
The pines walked out of me
Remembering only
When music and shadow faded away
The universe was suddenly empty
Millions of miles of bright emptiness.
--January 1977