The behavior of the pigeon
is beyond reproach,
but the mountain cuckoo?

Calligraphy of geese
against the sky-
the moon seals it.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

You must remain. I must depart.
Two autumns falling in the heart.

You wouldn't walk with your underpants stuck in your bottom, you'd adjust them. So don't treat life like ill-fitting wondering underpants, adjust it to be comfortable again

O blithe New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice; O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice?