For a few moments [he] watched the sky, (227)
The big white moon added resonance, (210)
[But] there was no wind, (210)
You could blame the field, the mud, the climate (177)

[There were] tree frogs, maybe, or snakes or flying squirrels or who-knew-what, (221)
[but no] big crow looking at you from a boulder along the river, (56)
There was no wind, (210)
The night was absolute (210)

The country rose up in thick walls of wilderness,
Triple-canopied jungle, mountains unfolding into higher mountains,
ravines and gorges and fast-moving rivers and waterfalls, (91-92)
[But] there was no wind (210)

…Isolated and vulnerable, (92)
Knocked (…) against the pagoda wall, (189)
Surrounded on all sides by flat paddy land, (…)
And rolls of razor-tipped barbed wire, (192)

“Eight months in fantasyland,(…),” (204)
(…) unattached from the natural world, (208)
Swarms of bugs, billions of them, (221)
[But] there was no wind (210)
to carry them home

Just holes to be dug