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Spring Haiku 2020

In writing on April 2, 2020 at 2:17 am

Full bloom and the sky

can’t decide to laugh or weep

on plague-emptied streets.

 

Note: the streets cherry blossoms are at full bloom now in many places in Japan.

At the Mausoleum of Emperor Ichijo

In writing on March 29, 2020 at 9:37 am

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Voyages

In writing on March 25, 2020 at 3:50 am

Every moment we return

from a journey mapless and obscure.

Ethereal dust blankets our martyred feet,

spirit muscles burn,

our souls sink fathom-heavy with

the weight of all we have witnessed–

last desperate campaigns of the heart;

cavalcades of swaying pilgrims,

lost in perilous forests of doubt;

solemn coronations of grey, imperial rain.

This immanence is vouchsafed to all

who wander in their dreams, night or noon,

across musing summer meadows, or

above cascades of never-trodden peaks,

with only the clouds for company,

a traveler and a seeker true,

bound for the unvanquished republic of the skies.

Today

In writing on March 21, 2020 at 1:13 pm

Dawn opens its saffron eye
And this day’s pageant begins.
The patient dog waiting by the door,
The hospice worker’s cheery Hello.
Trains sigh and grumble along;
Office doors open and close in a huff;
The million suns of the city blaze on.
Stunned by its own beauty, the
Sky bends far down to seek
Approval from the murmuring trees, as the
Wind hums its own sweetly sad song.
Men and women who could have been
Moon and stars to one another
Stand side by side expressionlessly on an
anonymous street corner.
Alone in a park, a winsome girl
Smiles suddenly at nothing at all, and
Resolves to slap her sister the
Next chance she gets.
Men, filthy in mind and body,
Each a magnificent failure and prodigal,
Play the odds for all they’re worth.
Women practice swimming in the deep water,
Their bodies and souls resonating to a
Deep chord no man could ever sense.
The whole world groans under a daily burden of
Momentary kindnesses, unbelievable cruelties,
Of words like daggers and heart melting glances, of
Unfinished novels, wildflowers at dusk, and the
Great plangent roar of the surf, the smallest
Drop of which will outlast us all.

This was the day, grimy and glorious—
Wait as long as you wish,
You won’t see its like again.

Start Now

In writing on March 12, 2020 at 2:24 pm

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The Distance

In writing on February 24, 2020 at 6:44 am

Silence Part II

In writing on February 8, 2020 at 9:58 am

Silence Part 1

In writing on February 2, 2020 at 5:17 am

In the Hospital

In writing on January 30, 2020 at 1:23 am

The Cleaners

In writing on January 28, 2020 at 6:13 am