Where, wind, do you come from?
From the curve of waterfalls?
From the chill of low, wet valleys?
Do the rocks know? The boulders below the stream,
and moss-heavy on the shore?
Wind and breeze,
do you come from the moon,
from tree branches at dusk,
or do you come from ferns that toss and rustle and climb
up the rocky chests of waterfalls?