sunlight pours over the mountain, cascading into the valley, drawing all eyes into its blinding whiteness too much light enters my eye just as too much information, sometimes, enters my mind and, yet, i peer through the searing pain - just for the view
tiny white orchids hug tree trunks & branches, hiding out of sight -- except those at valley's edge, broadcasting their time is short
turbulent upstream -
the river grows wide & deep,
becoming placid
clouds in the valley
look like water at the shore
on a gorgeous day
fringed by clouds,
the valley sat under blue —
but not for long
rolling stone: no moss?
it thrives in cold, flowing streams
of Himalaya
in the watchtower, a lone man peers mountainward; a shadow leers back
Tiger Riding for Beginners 