Written at Vivian Court: Hong Kong 1966

Shadows
Forget
Who I
Am.
I have bathed
For the second time
Today and I feel
New. Terry-cloth
Bathrobes
Bloom
In hooked
Corners, curling
Fans and brushes
Sleep in the living room,
Flowers
Burn
Holes in the air
With nude
Colors. And rain
Strikes like
Pebbles
All day
Forming wide circles
On the window.
All morning

I have been
Thinking
Of the Organization
Of Paradise — the
Wide circles of planets
Forming curls
In the sky — the
Rings stars and heavens
Ending —*
In the eye of a rose.
I see myself
Tremble in
A glass of water. I
No longer know
Who I am — or who
I will be and no
Longer care. I am changed
By thoughts
Of this morning
And changed by the
Strong
Calm of my life. Green
Whiskered birds
Fly under my
Fingers — all urgent

Messengers
Telling what I
Know. Now kingfishers
Fly through
Trees seeing
Me through the windows—
Their wings tough
As fish scales —
Their beaks
Harder than dry
Yellow fruit. This
Is not all. How
Can this be all
And be so true? I
Breathe my whole life
In one morning. My room
Is balanced on a cloud,
Houses below. Mad white
Pagodas tilted in brick. Long
Walks that end in
Palms. I tremble

All day
In a glass
Of water.