Dear Candice, the poem as requested... Ba Vi The clouds are always there ringing three peaks busy with lightning & thunder grumbling- the place clouds are born to water the fields and forests of Vietnam. You must be light as air to receive a tree frog's blessing then take the path to the cloud pagoda at the summit of Ba Vi where a nun lives to tend the shrine light incense sticks and burn the ceremonial money arrange flowers left by pilgrims in offering to the clouds. Quiet time, the forest watches over her she meditates clouds until night- sleeps on a cane mat before the sweet altar- the clouds round Ba Vi swirl through the pagoda wrap her in glowing vapour make images of her cloud dreams and if the clouds dream they dream of her. Sunrise, she gathers the flowers left by day-tripping pilgrims and throws them to the clouds. S. K. KELEN --