I've had enough with three-year love bursts
Others stretch longer the periods between missing and pain,
I'm told

Stones and mountains simply make change last
They understand time and space better, perhaps
It's all about learning to stand still.

Silly pathetic love we all seek:
Sounding the same as we fall into it, making it
Another room, a different sense, destined to grow stale

Small loveable humans that we are:
Today I heard a tree laugh at my wondering
What sound it would make without me

Our coming and going is but another passing by
Slightly slower than most winter winds
so much swifter than the mountains

I remember back and forth: neighbors, friends, lovers
all try so hard to matter;
we want, we don't want

The reverse side also has a reverse side
Japanese phrase of someone who touched many trees
Very few people have the nerve to speak back to mountains
We simply have no grasp