Linn

I’m not 

the kind of person

that people love

I’m too exigent 

I’m too full of words

I’m too wary

like the fox 

beneath the hill

that’s why I laugh

when anyone tells me 

to be careful 

it is only the ones 

who listen to the whisper

of the linn 

with its steep edge 

who are troubled 

by my touch

“New Year's Eve foxfires at the changing tree”, Hiroshige, 1857.