Planning Mt. Fugi

Sunlight from the edge of time

climbs wrinkled rocks

and creeps, full-knowing

into this garden’s rhyme

The large still pools reflect,

the eyes esteem

the willow trees upon the water’ edge

whose shadows with the sunlight’s

glitter intersect

A labyrinth form of sea and sand

and stone and trees

(the latter grown, the rest all made)

where man, long gone, had laid his hand

And now, though hubris (inevitably) set a king aside

some sand still rises like a cone

and there upon a sunlit sea of wood and stone

the age-old character of the plan abides.