4/11/2004

The old man's
hand
never wobbled
as he drew
one line after another
into
a variety
of human shapes
most of whom
could not be bothered
with clothing
several
making me laugh
clearly
what he intended
sitting
with his back to
a landscape
of water
cascading down
a long mountain face
passing by
a lone twisted tree
its leaves
visible in detail
even from this distance
all surfacing
from a place
without
discernible definition
by anyone
to assume
close
working relationships
with everything
that arrived here
before them.