EVENING MOVES OF A WOMAN AT 50
(“Evening Moves sample”)
So the moon knocked on her window
knocked until she awoke, swimming in silver
and ghosts, while the bamboo outside
whispered the stories of the night.
Downstairs, she drank a glass of water.
The moonlight flooded the sun room,
pouring over the kitchen sink, fragrant
with its news of the green world.
Then among the shadows she found herself,
found herself alive again
among the silvered leaves and six white flowers:
the six white flowers of the night-bloomer, larger …