As the timber plane
Appeals to its nails
To become something useful,
As the rice seeks the water
Which it absorbs
And then is engorged,
As the winter-zebra was
A white horse
Which sought stripes
To hide from the tiger
Within the night’s tundra,
As snow grows not in clouds
But now on the limbs of trees
I sought your lightness,
Absorb, enfold,
Be altered by it.