On Vacation

 

1

Walking home one night
Past a mist-shrouded ricefield-
Just me and the moon.

2

Prone on a white beach,
Naked in the cloud-cast noon,
I hear sounds of waves.

3

Home after drinking
With poet friends from the city
I write a new verse.

4

Call from my daughter,
Letter from a loving wife:
What more could I ask?

5

A supper of fish
And fragrant new rice; tonight
I shall write more poems.

© Luis Cabalquinto