filled with golden leaves,
the pond, and shimmering with sky
and me, too dry, too dry
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged autumn, baptism, communion, poem, poetry, pond on October 19, 2019| Leave a Comment »
filled with golden leaves,
the pond, and shimmering with sky
and me, too dry, too dry
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged drought, inner resources, poem, poetry, pond on August 9, 2018| 2 Comments »
in the relentless drought,
finding inside me
a pond somehow still present,
an unstoppable,
insistent spring
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged basho, frog, light, poem, poetry, pond, silence on September 1, 2012| 4 Comments »
Basho sits beside the hut.
He notices the pond, the frog, the sound
made by the frog.
He does not write about it yet. He watches
for a long time. A cherry blossom falls.
He listens to the sound the water makes
without the frog.
The sound a page makes without a poet.
Again. The frog. Again. Plop.
He sees himself a man wrapped around
a silence.
Perhaps you have heard it, too, the sound
the water makes before it speaks.
Perhaps you, too, have felt it,
the loneliness, the light.