if you stand to meet a wave of anger it will send you tumbling
duck below the wave and let it wash over you.

my mind climbs the tree
but my body is too lazy to follow.

i look up at the vacant sky
the green grass pricks
the backs of my arms.

a squirrel glares from the maple tree
i watch an ant crawl off the edge of the world
the tabletop is a vast landscape.

in dangerous territory, i forget to seek opportunity
flush with good fortune, i fail to be watchful.