Daytime is boredom after a while, I’ve come to find, and
nighttime too.
But in between,
when the evening starts to drain the seen world into the unseen,
And the mare’s-tail clouds swish slowly across the mountains,

Contentment embraces me
With its spidery arms and its spade-tipped, engendering tail.
There must be a chinese character for this, a simple one,
but we’ve never seen it up here.