I want to know: what keeps you
stirring up the liquid in the tray;
again and again, plunging your hand
to the shallow bottom to unsettle
sediment, just when the water
is so close to clear? Today began
in fog: not even the outlines of trees
emerged until the sun was past its prime.
In the end, however gradually,
everything delivers itself from need.
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