May 2012

the volcanic life lived calmly

incoming fog ...
through the crosshairs of love,
an albatross

autumn dusk ...
light gives birth
to moons

night prayer—
some bird counterpoints
the cantor's silence

cold season—
tissues masquerade
as sandpaper

sudden rain ...
autumn clouds unravel
around me

autumn path ...
the abandonment of leaves
splayed out

into the shadows
of hand-written pages
autumn dusk

bastard offspring
of cherry blossoms—
unpetalled words

pine harvest ...
a monk prays beneath
tonsured hills

frost at dawn ...
the delicacy of light
melting dreams

centering himself
the laughing child in me
pisses in the snow

autumn dusk ...
the sun flashes off
falling leaves

autumn days
delirious
with rust

this emptiness
being filled only
with a morepork's call

too personal!
this body of mine
breaking down

autumn night ...
from across the abyss
a morepork's reply

along this path
loneliness rustles
its brushstrokes

autumn dusk ...
the descent of light
into its past

autumn dusk ...
my shadow loosens
its grip

funeral wake ...
fitting together once more
each missing piece

wordless dirge—
reality breezes in
on a chill wind

folding light—
my words turn in
before hers

passing clouds ...
still not the same ones
as yesterday

wounded sky ...
dawn fingers open
the night

moonlit trail ...
he tracks the centre-line
of a Möbius strip

open eyes ...
may my heart pound
when day breaks

on the edge—
a world of pain embraces
the universe

out of stillness,
the fragrant piping
of heaven

haiku school ...
mistaking the pine
for bamboo