In these conditions, I am wily
—Line 5, Hexagram 62, The I Ching
In the mountains, the cold
is brooding, eyeing me with suspicion.
I perch on a bench and watch the rain—
fresh and longing to touch
earth (or skin). I think that you
have shot many down, and figure
you will lose me in the rain.
Dense clouds, but no rain, coming from the borders in the west.
The prince shoots his arrow, and takes the bird in a cave.
—Line 5, Hexagram 62, The I Ching
In the mountains, the cold
is brooding, eyeing me with suspicion.
I perch on a bench and watch the rain—
fresh and longing to touch
earth (or skin). I think that you
have shot many down, and figure
you will lose me in the rain.
