Sunday, 17 January 2010

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Haiku Sequence from Blithe Spirit Spring 2010


one of those nights
she comes back down blanketed
to view the stars

obscurity wells up
around us immutable
light years made clear

new moon's cusp
cuts free from shreds
white veil

side by side against
failing sight brightness fades
falls a meteorite

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Hill

there is something in the hill
rising out of the hill into the sky
an echo of the road ahead
swirls into emptiness

the post holding up the rusting wire
hollowed by decay...a temporary home
for ancient lichens skilled in waiting

who placed the wire and bent each nail
who spaced it with such deliberation
against the rough and natural flow
of grasses that somehow rain and sun
have perfectly refined...put straight
the rusting and the rot the bent hinge
that barely holds the fallen gate

there is no tide here on the river
just wind and rain and moon
yet at the edge exposed a line
where things from neither world exist
a leaf floats by a stone half wet half dry
prints out its time...cast in the sand
a moment by the red water
by the curve that holds the course
the place where neither world exists
the edge rising up the bridge between
infinitely thin...infinitely distant
infinitely close

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