Classic Poem

In the room awash with light,
his last words were mere movements of his lips:

—My son, they say, went to sea to hunt for pearls;
my first son, they say, fell in love with a woman diver:
Look out to see if they are coming . . .

The last breath of a father lonely during his lifetime:
Sorrow clouds his eyes as they close.

A dog barks from a remote house;
cool blue moonlight flows over the ribs of the door.