Photography © Edward S. Gault

 

A Bend in the Night (After Tu Fu)

Stars flicker in the night
like flakes of fool’s gold.
I’m alone,
since my wife died.
Sleep won’t come.
My brain feels as dead
as stone.
I crawl out of bed
with nowhere to go.
I stare into the mirror.
My hair as it turns
the color of snow,
no longer grows.

 

George Freek: I don’t want to bore you, so I’ll just mention that these poems are inspired by Early Chinese poetry, which greatly impresses me.

Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Massachusetts.