Lighting up at last

Little stone still has no shadow

Gone again far too long

Nothing will move that is all

Cracking through the still

Till the rest moves into leaving

Singular movement must

Come to the fore once again

Mind the bend it's stirring through the valley

Standing for that which focalizes motion

Tapping the sheets to check the grain

Presentness will give

Only when a movement happens

Time resists nothing less

Than a refusing grip

Water soaks the ground

From below diverting dryness

Going on much too long

Weaving into a flaw

Mind the bend it's whirring through the reels

Little doubt it will form another pattern

Tapping the sheets to check the grain