Wind and Rain Scroll
the human body is a little universe its chill tears, so much wind-blown sleet beneath our skins, mountains bulge, brooks flow
within our chests lurk lost cities, hidden tribes
wisdom quarters itself in our tiny hearts liver and gall, peer out, scrutinize a thousand miles
follow the path back to its source, else be a house vacant save for the swallows in the eaves
—Shih-Shu 1700s
