BROKEN DAY

Morning slowly encroaches
on your dreams, eroding
images despite your tightening grasp.
Clear lines blur, become hazy
and dissipate bleached
by the first light creeping
around the shades.
The dreams do not care
for they will arise again
when they choose
and this is for them
a mere inconvenience.
You are the loser here
for the linear mindstring
once cut never reties
with simplicity and something
is always lost in the tying.

ROSHI

To arise from the earth
is simple, too fall back
the more difficult, for
that is a journey we all
seem to fear, though
with no arising, there
can be no falling back.
When I finally admitted
that I feared dying and
didn’t want to be drafted
to fight in that war
Roshi asked me if I
feared being born.
“Fear,” he said, “takes
up all of your energy
and there is never
time enough for that.”

NI HAIKU 二俳句

a great blue heron
watches the morning sun rise
ginkgos awaken


newly hatched goslings
watching the trees take flower
imagine summer



大な青い鷺
朝の太陽を見る
イチョウ覚醒


孵化した新芽
木の花を見て
夏の夢

(daina aoi sagi
Asa no taiyō o miru
Ichō kakusei


Fuka shita shinme
Ki no hana o mite
Natsu no yume)