he caught the cloud
that flew too low
turned it around
and sent it out that way
he paused the wind
by holding his hands
before his eyes
then reached out
to turn it aside that way
he bent down low
his eye reflected
in the pond
smoothed each wrinkle
with a hand
that swept away
the fish and he
knew the flow undisturbed
though tempest raged
and that nothing need tremble
when it knew the way
~