January 20th, 2018
Ou-yang Hsiu 1037
I could hear a river
in the next valley over
crossing the ridge I found it
its transparent current
its submerged white boulders
the silent shadows
of a myriad peaks
rock cliffs lined with unfading flowers
and impossibly lush jade-green cedars
how could I focus on the rippling water
looking down, then up at swirling clouds?