His shadow
flows down from a faraway village.
Perhaps he is thinking of a tree trunk
or a river fisherman
trying to check his crazy outpourings to a wild love,
today as always.

             Outpourings from afar.
He looks upon his life
as a fire which suddenly erupts as he walks.
Still, his shadow flows down,
stirring a gentle breath of hilltop air,
it flows down
into a completely unknown village,
which is strange even to those living there.