Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    Under the Moon
an extended, solitary
shadow.
    The vast night.
Now there’s nothing else
but fragrance.
    winter trees—
an old sound
from olden times
    in winter wind
no one to talk to…
evening