Unless you get lost on purpose,
Ryokan by moonlight wrote
you won’t get this far –
rugged path through a deep forest
among towering mountains,
a steep glen shielded by mist.
But if I plunge into the thick
of my perplexity, eschew my bearings,
redirect my vigilance, trek the path
unconcerned where it leads, I might just
climb in deeply enough to come upon
an abandoned hut, a patch of woods
where once he hunted mushrooms;
the spring where he drew water;
sit and view the moon left in the window
like a congratulatory note.
O child of God, the world is telling you
to get lost. When will you oblige?