out of my cell & onto the trail i walk the vast expanse, the vault of heaven above & hills of rolling green beneath my feet and clouds barge through blue skies like thoughts barge through my mind - sluggishly but inevitably
on a green hillside stands a line of dead trees, looking like driftwood
on the arid steppe sits a green oasis - patchwork fields
the tilting boat slips the nipa labyrinth with silent ease
the boat sits as if the scene were painted in shades of blue
amid buff sands - bare and blistering - stands a shrub, the carroty coned ephedra bush
densely packed stands of pine, the dark green insinuating black shadow set against the verdant grassy meadows and shaggy scrubland it makes the mountain look angular, with sharp edges pounded into shape the pine-writ shadows steal depth, suggesting absence, creating the impression of emptiness, a false void... or so it seems
bright pink flowers, staring 'til they blur - my mind quiets
Tiger Riding for Beginners 