.
an open window
Teacher, you saw me
one minute there …
.
.
an open window
Teacher, you saw me
one minute there …
.
.
blown away
a ballet of grebe
on wind-swept pond
.
.
shepherding
the notes of a flute
just the wind
.
.
quick-silver runs
on the wave crest – the moon
crashes onto the beach
.
where once
my hairline now tumble
white whiskers
.
stealing silver
creeping out – behind a cloud
moon shadows fall
.
with the dawn fading
as all that burns bright dims – just
childhood memories
.
brightly twinkling stars
constellations in grasses
tread softly through heaven
.
in grasses I left
long may you burn firefly
a wasteland beacon
.
in the mirror held
frog’s silvered reflection – still
in the otherworld
.
surrounded by waves
pondering – so profoundly
even the mud hears
.
soundly – frog stamps
on ripples – the universe
his seal of fate