Pond Song 3.65

“ . . .  the nothing we are seems to be in some secret communion with the God who is no-thing.” G&B 179

flowers and grass intertwine__shiver of blue asper among them

bright broken skies over mudflats__empty-headed Bo Juyi sung them

a lone egret steps in a meander__white clarity overcomes distance

a cormorant sways wings-akimbo__I too shift a little dance