between the valleys
there is a crag
and on that crag
an elegant man

the water is shallow
the winds are soft
they carry off
the hat from his head

his hand reaches
but too late
the hat is gone
cradled by water

his scarf flows
his feet rise
his head looks up
and his eyes look down

the valleys are tall
and so is the man
he grows until he reaches
the blankness below.