In search of 10000 things

After Li Po

The great Chinese poets write, 
no, ride on the back of 
the emerald wind.
Astonished, understanding. 

I walked out when the moon 
hung high, witness to 
the graces of nocturnal life — 

the small tantrums in 
the brush and shadow, the 
godhead in the lake, the 
messiah in the vines, 
nirvana on the mountain peak,
communion in the quiet.