Young mountain, one day
Old mountain, one hour
Sand, one step

Young girl, lilacs
Young woman, roses
Young mother, oranges
Young grandmother, lilacs

Boy asks, what is life?
Young man asks, how is life?
Father asks, why is life?
Grandfather asks, did I live a good life?

Below the air-sky, above the sea-ground,

Within the world of left, right, forward, back, up, down, spin, loop, and dance,

Squids move in unison, then apart.

Rise and fall, males to the left, females to the right, reverse, mix.

Patterns on the skin, pictures, follow-me, be-mine, I-am-for-you, the males display.

The females joyously choose,

      should it be this one?

      should it be that one?

Her large eyes see, the female locks the pattern of the male, then responds,

All colors, both in sync, dance, stripes, play, circles, spin, spots, touch, red, loop.

Pairs across the water-field, in the green sea-grasses,

hide,          touch,          white,

love.

When we were young, you slapped me away with your easy words.

Now I see you on the street every morning and cannot approach you.

The sharp ice you wear on your lips make me afraid.

I dream of you every night, lovers in a garden, children playing,
   growing old together.

I wake from you every morning, trembling.

Lead raining from the front,
He runs with his brothers firing,
Shocks rise through him,
Men fall around him,
Target, approach, battle, victory,
It was another day.

At night he thinks of his loss of her, his old home, his old life,
He does not want to return there,
He is home here,
Does he have what it takes to return?