The river is on the left
moving toward the infinite
heartbeat of ocean,
on the left where the willow road bends.
It too will continue on as something
there, where the mountain rises alone
with all its life
just as unfinished
joining the morning wind on its flyway,
the inway of wind
blowing the ever-growing grasses
to their knees,
and the shadow of birds
cross on their way
to becoming
something else,
another country
with the wind.