You don’t have many days to stay, traveler.
Across the street, Ginkgo
sway in the breeze
like a gospel choir.
Samsara’s in every in-breath, each shutter click of attention: first warning
signs of famine, children lining up
for the soldiers’ candy
When he called for help,
they put him on hold
longer than he could stand
and he broke
the phone in half.
When his mind grew empty
and his heartbeat slowed to a vague stutter,
our father no longer walked the fields at night.
One of those days when the grain of a wooden table
seems more certain, as if ordained, when gravity feels
I take Buster out for his walk, above us, wild geese fly south, honking, going nowhere, geese without edges, no longer geese. Where did they go? asked Baso. “Away,” Hyakujo … Continue reading
Basho, what is the world if it is not this uneasy faith
puddling and drying as we thrust ourselves toward the sky?
Lord, pledge all Your juices. I come alone tonight and solitude narrates what my voice sees in the klieg lights of December. The earth evolves . under its belt of … Continue reading