And now today the moon, a white crescent still,
lies just above the treetops in the East
with Venus above no longer below and
whomever else higher still above all
having changed places and these things
that are new to me and mysterious thus
ever more charming as are the many
yoga asanas the tales of Hanuman flying
over any obstacle touching the sun
the very thing of walking out from my house
before dawn viewing the firmament while
lying in a large room of familiar strangers
each to our own small space watching
the light slowly change out the narrow window
chanting Om once together making prayerful hands
silently rising at last and going forth to meet
our various sorts of days my own being
I strongly feel the most wonderful of them all.
