Steaming Fish & Leisurely Days: A Second Anniversary** Clear water meets the porcelain plate, Steam rises, veiling window frames. I gather morning light as filling sweet, While fish tails sweep the jade rails clear. Two cycles round the hearth we’ve warmed, Through swirling kitchen haze, taste softly blooms. Time steams till fragrance melts the air— What need for golden cups to summon joy? Content, I breathe this simple truth: Half boat of moonbeams, half of perch.