It is Bach
I tell the broccoli
knife keeps quarter beats
*
all my empty spaces
alive with cello and silence—
every loss
has made it possible
this breathtaking resonance
*
the music touches
me everywhere, everywhere
purple gladiolas
*
in the kitchen
I am being spun, whirling
the cello bows
My, that broccoli haiku is perfect on its own, but it begins the concert so well.
I love that you talk to your broccoli.
We are to have kind consideration for all sentient beings every moment forever. ‘Katagiri-roshi (and, yes, that does include broccoli)
each of these both stands alone and continues the story-thread. quite an accomplishment. not to mention the closing word, bows, works with either pronunciation: “bohw” and “boww”. Inspired. This closing haiku is my fav of the haiku/tanka.