..2 the mid-day moon..

Every time the moon rose, she prayed.
Finally Wol-nam’s mother, at forty, bore a son.

In dreams before pregnancy,
she swallowed the moon.

After her son was born, Wol-nam’s mother
would lose her mind
without fail
every time the moon rose.

Late at night, washing dishes,
she’d smash one bowl—
the moon then hid in a cloud
and the world grew blind.

- from The Moon, in Korean, by Ko Un.

~this 2 the moon, shining in the middle of a sunny day, today!