Bluefin TunaBitter friend, pour me the sound of mountainsclimbing under the waves like spreading gills.These fingers liftTo the ones left behindTo the ones silentTo the ones hunted and cradledup and out of the grass green watersin gentle nets: I say, you do not surprise meknocking the waves and wood with sullen flank.You are not unfamiliar, in your blue slip,in this dust of droplets, saltingfirst the dry dock, then the ice.
When the kettle explodesWhen the kettle explodes into shrill white steam, I will not be there.When you look up,the cup will notbe in my hand, the swirling teaspoonnot in my other. The world will shatter, without me,on the edge of a machine recording.I will be your dial tone.
When sadness leavesSadness left me, turnedand closed the doorand hasn't stopped by since."You have no right to me," it said."Just give me one reason," it said."And we'll be together," it said.Dried prunes in the bowl on the tablehad nothing to say. The cat,even less."How dare you," I said."You never put the toilet seat down," I said."I'm better off without you here," I said.And hoping sadness would get held upin a Market Street bazaar, or robbery in progress,I crossed its name out in my address book,and crying, tried to come up with a reason.
Yaguarjungle undergrowthmottled shadows slinklithe and lethal
Forlorn greying skylast of the leavesflap on the tree
Goodness sunlit mornasphalt warmscattered leaves sprawling cattummy filledtoothy grin
Duck over reedy marshwings flutter furiouslyteal heads for cover
Winter KatautaWith vigorEarth moves beneath him,locked in his embrace—he and she,together againfor this brief season.She shiversunder heavy breath;he moves upon her:swift motiongrows ever swifter,and they move as one.Each is lostin the other's love,which the winds proclaim,building upto final release—storms before the calm—and then! White,like cream, it descends,spilling from abovein a burst,a sudden flurry—in a rapid rush—and they sigh. . . .This is the moment.Winter comes.
Pine Breeze bathed in soft sunlightthe bitter cold fades away a pine breeze sings
Dogiescalving pasturecows and new offspringslog through cold mud
HeartbeatsBreath.Running;Running aches.A simple act.Free.Breath.Shores cleftBy wild seas;A shell breaks loose.Free.Breath.Winter -Tea cooling.Some steam escapes.Free.Breath.A sunSetting low,Unveiling stars.Free.Breath.Two eyesJoining mine.Two hands in mine.Free.
Withered bent by the windpurple from burning cold withered rose