The sun rises; its fiery form flares in the slit between monsoon skies and rocky monoliths. The crazy array of karsts, pillars, and islets block this bright amber flash from most angles, but here the light aligns with eye. A golden walk painted on the rippled surface stretches to the boat's bow. A thousand boats won't see this rising fire, but this one did, this one time. the sun squints beneath thick clouds, painting a line to us
night falls, and the lapping of waves is all that remains
in the desert, color blooms in dense clumps among scrubby sands
a bold moth sits still & confident; the eyes it adds to trees, rocks, and leaves make them mock monsters
pristine flower blooms in muddy water; its fragrance drowns out the scent of rot until it feeds the mud
I lotus viewing: still blossom, changing light; countless sights
II a still lotus, a static eye, and shifting light; boundless hues
III view one lotus until the changing light makes a new bloom
Tiger Riding for Beginners 