FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i had a walk today
and saw fog hanging on the
faraway
mountain tops

a quiet cold morning
a peregrination of emptiness
i do not ask for any
fullness

after some joys
that night offers without
conditions

here i am
accepting what comes
gathering blue berries
in the basket of my
hands

picking imaginary flowers
for mankind's
real gardens

fog, this quiet, cold morning,
night arms,
blue berries, hands opening
for more

what more
what is it that does not
really please us?

i do not ask for fullness
it is here.