Children by the water banks laughing long and loudnChangbai’s high fine western peaks just beneath the cloudsnCurrents in the water churning in their coursenBody of a sea-lion, head just like a horsennPreacher in the soft brown sand begins to speak his piecenHigh winds in the treetops low flying winter geesenNo one taking pictures everybody stillnAnd then the water sought its course again the way that waters willnnNo one at the lakeside now, moon up in the skynNight birds in the dragon spruce, moaning long and highnBackstroking on the surface, moonlight on its facenFloats the Tianchi Monster, staring into spacennOut around the temple now narcissus in bloomnCensers packed with sandalwood send smoke into the roomnChildren in the sand outside on their hands and kneesnSketching pictures all day long of stranger things than these