Art by Katsushika Hokusai / Licensed under Creative Commons
In the boat, we crouched
Low, close to the oak and pine
The ship, a cradle
The moon pulls the waves
Rocks us, like a soft mother
Goddess, teacher, one
The waves grow, we shrink
Block out the roar, the water
Hungry, open mouth
Empty space beneath,
The wave descends on itself
Crashes like thunder
The moon, her lesson
Her beauty, strength, found at sea
She rocks us to sleep