Salt, sweat, rotary power.
Spinning spokes chasing cool shadows, fleeing from the midday heat.
Racing the river, towards two temples;
one silver, one gold….
Even the pine trees bow – nature observing the majesty of man’s skill?
Four fountains promise to bestow health, wealth, love and happiness.
I have only one cup to fill, and a moment to make my choice.
The holy moment is swept aside by the writhing current of life,
I am caught in the tide of people,
a great wave of bodies carries me away,
out into the blinding sunshine.