Be empty of wanton thoughts
Of lifting the rusty anchor
Buried in mud.
Instead notice how the morning fog
Lifts like eye lids, as the sun
Peaks behind the hills.
Notice how pine needles tremble
As the jewels drop into
The stream below.
Notice how a chip monk freezes
Standing on hind legs,
And notice how the sun climbs
The arc across the heaven,
As Apollo drives the fiery
Carriage to the noon marriage.
2020
Year of the Rat
yenna yi 