The new poems just came due now this past week, and I am quite excited to share some of the more contemplative ones with you. Here is my submission for the workpoint, "Calendar," my translation first, then my original poem.
To live on Cold Mountain means no cares,
no anxieties -- never even a stray thought.
Occasionally I'll scratch a poem on a rock,
otherwise I drift like a boat in life's current.
-- Han Shan, 9th century China
Living alone, never seeing anyone...
A calendar is of no use to me here.
Each day finds its way into the next;
the new moon rises when it pleases.
-- Doug Westendorp