If I look Or if I don't look Clouds are always passing over The place I live. The place I live Passing under My feet while my mind wanders In a sea of fog. On a ridge Seeing through a hole in the fog ("A thought out of nowhere comes passing through") I say to myself ("I say to myself, like a voice on the wind") "Behold" But I see nothing. Rocks and water and wood Not speaking to me. ("wanderer above the sea of fog") I mean the place lives And clouds pass over ("sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pass over") The landscape A blanket on stone ("where an ocean of glaciers rolled") Land waves are rolling. ("Through a fog, this is a brief life.") ("Short and cold, momentarily.") ("A life as brief as the morning fog") Momentarily, I come out from under. Credits