Everyday mind

In
Out

My mind,
a jewel plucked from the mud,
is polished by my breath.

In
Out

A diamond? A ruby?
No.
Just an ordinary rock.

In
Out

Haiku

Forlorn tree, clinging
to a solitary leaf.
Brisk wind … a shiver.

Haiku

Clear sky, tepid sun
Billowing cloud from my lips
A winter morning

Luna Lullaby

A twilight yawn.
The moon rises to
sing me to sleep.

William Shakepeare

Higgeldy-piggeldy
William “The Bard” Shakespeare
Playwright and dramatist,
Poet without compare.

Punning linguistically,
Using entendre, so
cunning-linguistically.
Bard extraordinaire.

—a double dactyl

A Clerihew for Cullen

My boy, Cullen
can sometimes be sullen.
With nowhere to go & nothing to do
he will just sit and stare at you.

a clerihew

The cento between us

Of all the things I said and all the things I said,
to know what is left of them.

How I watched the morning come,
a flag in the wind eaten from its pole,
the years it took to kiss me,
gathered around, you took my mouth,
tenderness in the hands.

I have done all that I could do.

— a cento made from lines in Carolyn Forche’s The Country Between Us

Archaeology of the self

I am an archaeologist.
My breath,
the brush,
painstakingly removing
detritus
to reveal the treasure
my true self,
buddha-nature.

Depression

They say
in Arabia you can
divorce your wife
just by saying so
three times

If one could
quit life
with such ease
I would be dead
one hundred times
and regret it
ninety-nine

Haiku

A minor jarring.
When I pick up my tea cup,
the perfect ensō.