From the Summit.(Poem)

 
FROM THE SUMMIT 
 
   Let us seize it while it lasts. 
   From here, every other mountain 
   scatters across the plain, chased 
   by storms. Quickly, every town 
   and dwelling disappears in cloud. 
   Here, the crowding bamboo grass 
   shares the changing wind with us; 
   the clouds start to climb: the first strings 
   and wisps somersault and twirl 
   but lift, always lift, streaming past 
   into ...