Dear Alien, If you have sat on a rock at the shore of clouds And watched vultures and swallows Or perhaps a single mountain finch slip and dip into the swirling smoky wave before you – Or if that cobweb of sunlight Caught under your feet Has held you mesmerized for hours - Then perhaps you have sometimes wondered about me too. I live on the bed of the cloud sea Where volcanoes heat the airs And trees sway gently to cool it. Above me swim owls, eagles and bats And lizards that look like snakes and lions put together. Before me rolls a thick world of water And I can see the fins of a dolphin flying by. There are crabs on the rocks. Deep below, on the sea-bed of water, there are sharks older than my world. There are worms like tubes and cucumbers, and something walks like a table with three legs. There are fish that carry their sunlight on their backs. The world under their fin is thicker than the world under my feet. I cannot imagine it...