Tonight the Moon is Locked

Tonight the mid-month incense locks
The moon within its covering shawls
As waters grown alive with tides
Break against their long sea-walls;

For outlines of seas the islands are
Like junks that burn within a noon,
Or a tidal flow of threshing winds
That rise to catch a netted moon;

And where the kelong hedges rise
Upon their pliant, bamboo tiles,
The harried waves are crossed into
An endless curve of fishing stiles.

by Margaret Leong
from Rivers to Senang (1958)