On abruptly erecting water
in the sprayed fog
who smiles in her preexistence?
Who stands under a tree where
green shade, as water, pours down to heel?
When your life spurts pillar of water
who, standing shoulder to shoulder with you
touches your heart?
Strike me, splash me, and transform me
The midnight moonlight overflows the wall of water
A dream and flowing water are always like this:
sometimes staying tranquil, sometimes pouring out
blasting news
about you and me, the inner truth
When other pillars of water gradually fade away
and you too, finally leave
The echo of memory is no longer a tremor
I scan myself over again: now
Only one pillar of water remains, experiencing
calm solitude, gushing
into stele, wall, monument
wilderness with blossom, village with herds
summer street passed by sprinkler
gloomy riverbed, and lighthouse on reef
How do we shape ourselves into
new images, whether they are pillar of water, monument
brick wall, or a silent chrysalis
that turns into a butterfly after twitch
and dances in the years’ sky