Schools of grey and white cloud fish
patrol the aqua-blue aquarium sky.
On sultry summer afternoons,
the mountain is still as a buddha.
A coiling wind softens and sighs
through the cypress and dogwoods.
I stroll out to the river’s edge, where
sun-warmed boulders make good seats.
The stream slows and pools at one spot,
dark shadows glide lazily down below.
Sleepily, I gaze out at the timeless scene.
Before I can compose a line, I’m dreaming.