Mo Tzo

ran slipping

sliding  half falling

until his idea lifted into the air

captured forces never before controlled.

Simplicity of a silken diamond

crossed with bamboo sticks

trailed by a long queue.

Mo Tzo’s piece

of tissue

caught

   and

         held

                the

                   joy     

                                      of

                                          wind.

From Bringing Home the Moon (Aldrich Press, 2015).
Used here with the author’s permission.