i, too, make the little notice
in my book
descending from the north, vast amounts of water
rapidly cover the fields and the houses
and the roads are like the rivers
People are out of their home
working for these lands and waters
Shadowy trees appear reappear
to test us on our fear

there is nothing clean and tidy in my house
i mean in my country
except for the dear thought of
the human effort beyond the human obvious limit