There is no mystery in it so far
As I can see here.
Now the sun has gone down
Some little globules of mauve and beige still cling
Among coconuts and mangoes along the shore.
Over my right shoulder I glimpse a quick light.
I can believe in the moon stirring
Behind the hill at my back.
Before me, this small bay,
A beginning of the kingdom.
Opens its own half-moon.