Sunday, March 18, 2018

Canvas 1,179

Canvas 1,179

March 18, 2018

In the river remarkably still

In the river remarkably still,
a reflection of clouds, and of you.

A reflection of you, remarkably still,
and of clouds, and the river.

Remarkably still, a reflection of all:
the river, the clouds, and you.

In the river, a reflection, reflecting itself,
remarkably still.

And what is the river? What is this calm?
It is, remarkably, you. And it is still.

And it is still the remarkable river,
and it moves.

Thursday, March 15, 2018


What will you be today?
A petty judge? A lighthouse?
A solemn tree? All three?

And what of me?
The condemned? A cloud?
The sea? What of we?

Saturday, March 10, 2018

first kiss

plum blossoms . . . the old man


into a soft pink cloud