Up by the pine tree on the rock

they live                                     

in seclusion 

I find them levitating serenely       

above snow and

green moss

Don't you know the season?          

I want to ask

them loudly                            

Where do you sleep at night and

do you hide when

snow falls?  

They hover up and down in peace

each particle of one great

swarm, one 

placid cloud of elegance and mirror

to my graceless Self:

I intrude

upon their prayer with my titan feet

Cheap china smashed in a

still temple                                     

Yet they do not heed a beast like me

they've lived in truth

for eons      

Heading home I think: They know of

all mysterious things

I don't.