There is
a murmur
that says,
moon.
I shine
and hear
the light.
I know
clouds
stretch
and
feel
pity.
I would
have
altered
time
to feel
the
moonlight
cold
in the
distance.
From page 140 of The Long Way by Bernard Moitessier, translated by William Rodarmor (Sheridan House, 1995).