We'll keep it a secret This moon three-quarter Fireflies flickering in the hedges Crickets repeating deep mantras Water flowing down our bathing bodies The iris pool to let the moon take a closer look at our nakedness And this jackfruit tree that turns every night into a dark tunnel, opening inside a sleeping poet's head And though everybody knows that nights are kept in tiny jars, we’ll stash this one away Way back among the folds of this dark valley where it’s dimly visible on moonless nights.