I heard you were in a monastery
somewhere in the hills
maybe in Hangzhou
maybe in Yuehzhou
all this time apart
all this war and chaos
through this entire autumn
I've thought and thought about you
my body may be among the noisy gibbons
here in Kuizhou woods
but my spirit floats out to a tower
that hovers above the Eastern Sea
next year in spring I'll sail
down this swollen river
east as far as the clouds themselves
in search of you.