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.