April 04^th, 2018

Deep and hidden, cicadas
Fill the dusk;
Startled, you awaken
From a stone-bed sleep.
Near your hut,
A waterfall
Falls thousands of feet.
Pines near the altar
Drip dew;
The mountain moon
Shines in vast, clear space.
When a crane passes over,
You must see
Riderless, it should bear
An immortal.