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
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?