Here’s one more short one for the full moon and my state of mind,  from our buddy Pablo Neruda.

From “Waltz“:

My mouth is full of night and water.
The abiding moon determines
what I do not have.

What I have is in the midst of the waves,
a ray of water, a day for myself,
an iron depth.


(Moon picture from here; I have the print in my living room.)