The sun
pokes his face above the horizon
saying, “Good morning!”
but a single star
still lingers in the Eastern sky

On the sea, too,
there’s a single boat
that has not moved
since last evening

The star and the boat have been talking
with each other all night long
The star talked about the vast universe
The boat spoke about plentiful salt water

I am sure neither can bring itself
to say goodbye
because each has lots and lots more
to talk about