September 03^rd, 2024

Wanting to go to the eastern cliff
Setting out now after
How many years
Yesterday I used the vines
To pull myself up
But halfway there
Wind and mist made
The going tough
The narrow path grabbed
At my clothes
The moss so slippery
I couldn’t proceed
So I stopped right here
Beneath this cinnamon tree
Used a cloud as a pillow
And went to sleep