Thunderstorm Below the Mountain

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Thunderstorm Below the Mountain
(after Hokusai)

Lacking humility, I take without thinking.
How far we’ve come, to look below for
lightning, the valleys shaken
with thunder, answers

like pebbles flung outward,
each to its own arc, separate
yet of one source, shaded into the question.

Is it for the scarcity of reach,
the reverse view through the bamboo rings
well out of sight, that

breath in the wave’s tuck or
smoke mingling with the clouds
and figures collecting salt,

that I edge myself closer, again,
to this place? To be nothing
presumes presence in absence.
Lacking humility, I accept without thinking.

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33 thoughts on “Thunderstorm Below the Mountain

  1. I had not heard of Hokusai until reading your poem. What a wealth of creativity (both you and he!), inviting the mind and heart to move a little more into the richness of a single moment, place, and/or experience. Thanks for sharing.

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