Evening falls in the silent valley
shirtless in the Ch’an hall
doors open
Sunbeams flood the floor buzzing flies
dirty the panes
Bamboo wind bells
talk in the sycamore tree
tak, tok, tik, a good kip
Woodpecker shouting
ginger cat visiting again
No water in the brook no sound
looking up-somebody coming?
Haymaking humming in the distant air
binoculars to distant fields -
Where?
Dawn breeze through the open door
sweet sheep shit
flavouring honeysuckle
Wales, the green aquarium.
Birds swim along
singing.