Three Horses Drink Water at the
Riverbank

One
  white,
    one red,
      one black
        Three horses
           are   drinking
             at the riverbank
               They drink at their
                  own pace, some up
                    Some down     Three
                       horses are drinking at
                         the riverbank Sometimes
                           their heads reach the river
                             At the same time       As if a
                                river were flowing      Out of
                                  their mouths      As their minds
                                    flow from the river source    Still
                                      innocent, clear, undisturbed    The
                                        sun is setting slowly  A man watches,
                                          without blinking How a river disappears
                                            into the night  Held in the mouths of three
                horses