Valley of the Moon
by Jane Munro

copyright © Jane Munro 2014

On the drive to the respite hotel,
the Goldberg Variations: a bridge to peace.

Sora bidding farewell to Basho –
Sora leaning forward on his elbow.

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In the moment of leaving,
when words set sail from paper …

soul clings
to one burning
as fire clings to a stick.

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Even when the mind’s a sieve,
soul doesn’t grieve –
cannot believe

in scarcity. A mountain,
a river – fully this,
fully that.