A Parallel Uni-Verse
1
Dozing in a moonlit berth,
you might ponder what home is worth
as your eyes float out of the porthole,
where an old sailor circles the earth.

2
Moonlight and frost have bled
to the path your eyes will tread.
The bright lamp navigates no one
back to their abandoned bed.

3
The cold and dark surround
your ears, high above the ground.
Switch to an in-flight channel
and you'll hear the moon resound.

4
The future is hard to surprise,
the past -- a night to analyze.
Frost on the telescope's lens.
No heart knows where it lies.


Alistair Noon grew up in Aylesbury, England. He lives in Berlin, Germany, where he works as a translator. His poetry and translations from German and Russian have appeared in chapbooks and online. This poem is from his collection Earth Records.
Li Bai on a Quiet Night
By Alistair Noon
Bright moonlight in front of a bed --
perhaps just frost on the ground.
A raised head gazes at the moon,
sinks, and thinks of home.