the path leads nowhere;
whoever made it and why-
no one seems to know
Caribou-barrens…
Out from the distant mountains
wanders a shower
Hearing a whinny
the old horse leaves the dust bath
to the young sparrow
At the window, sleet…
Here in the dark old farmhouse-
the squeaking of mice
On the top fence rail
he lights, knocking off some snow-
a common sparrow
Up from the sea cave
through holes in its rocky roof
a fresh burst of surf
Stretching its red rays
across old flows of lava-
up comes the huge sun
Flaunting skirts of grass
beneath the high moon, the girls
dance with their shadows
Seeing herself seen
atop the snowy hemlock-
the raven flies off
The waves now fall short
of a stranded jellyfish…
In it shines the sky