"Gorillas, Fireflies or Jellyfish"

To hunt along the path
Blazed by escaping prey,
A summary fable

Of little predators
In the Middle Kingdom,
Crease a painting lengthwise.

We were all over here
Once, all over the change
That we imagine place.

The rain seeks out the roof,
No choice in the matter.
Somehow fine kinds of things

Grow out of that absence
Of desire that parents
All our luscious wanting.

The snails are in the jar
With flowers by the bed
Under the soul's escape.