Stuck indoors but I saw brass singing bowls, an inverted bell and a wooden striker.  
The sorrow reflects in drops like water in the sunlight,  
love written in tablets made of stone.  

We find the stone from quarries,
we find calm in that stone.  
And then we write in the tablets to share that calm.  

The elements burn:   water, earth, air, space and fire.  Magnetic fields switch,  
love in resistance.

The cormorant fishes with a metal ring around its neck.  
The fish that escaped the cormorant don’t swim in the shallows.  

“At dawn
fish that have escaped the cormorants
swim in shallows.”
Safe from the Cormorants by
Buson, Japanese haiku poet.