After Li Bai's 'Jing Ye Si'

[nachtebuch]

After Li Bai’s Jing Ye Si

moonlight falls on the floor before my bed
i think it’s almost like

frost

in that space between what’s above my head and
what’s below my feet

is that reflection of
home

i step on nostalgia
toes on the cold floor

and slump back into the fluff