Zen Poem For The Gray Moon Rising Poem by Marieta Maglas

The moon rising from the water is not wet. Yet, it is like
those wet, sitting stones that are beaten by the waves.

Rising from that horizon, which looks like a moving stone
when it is made of wave-like shapes.

This moon doesn't have algae, but it has memories of life.
It can never be a shore stone waiting for an ending,

while not thinking, not longing, and not dreaming any longer.
But maybe this celestial body really sits on the shore of life

when it becomes a slender crescent image and sends
its light to those dreamers, who still need love.

Poem by Marieta Maglas