Haibun - Wave

Wave

"I want to be a wave" I had said, pierced
by the pain of adult laughter.

How the ache of ridicule remains.
I sit on the jetty as naked as the hurt child
I had been.

Hot, salty tears stream on my face, cooled
by the spray off the Atlantic.

turning
over and over -
I wave farewell

Haibun - Zen in Bloom

Zen in Bloom

stone waterfall -
a rock mountain rises
from a sea of sand

Beyond the window, a monk rakes.

Haibun - Moon-Viewing Terrace

Moon-Viewing Terrace

A young girl, I peer through the lattice
window onto the moon-viewing terrace.

Streams flow over the stillness of rocks.

With no moon, I hear a hushed cry, then,
murmurs as soft as water surrounded by
silence.

light breeze -
a peony drifts
through darkness

Haibun - Childhood's Green World

Childhood's Green World

Barefoot, I cartwheel through clover as
sunlight filters through ferns casting lacy
shadows. At the pond's edge, I gather froth
with both hands. How I love the bubbles, the
way they reflect the leafy trees, cool in the
summer heat.

green frogs -
the mossy stones
"ribbit"

Haibun - Held In The Stone

Held In The Stone

I stroll across the park as the sun dips
into the pond, spreading a layer of gold
leaf.

Held in the stone of a granite bench, the
warmth of the sun remains - final traces
of day.

night coolness-
the rustle of cobalt
in a leafy sky

Haibun - Becoming

Becoming

The haiku master Basho said,
"Learn of the pine by becoming the pine.
.Learn of the bamboo by becoming the bamboo."

A master of becoming sits beside me. I wonder
what he learned from all he has been.

becoming
the leaf, the twig...
a chameleon

Haibun - Jazz

Jazz

He kisses me out of the blue
moonlight into the smoky dark
club until after awhile I feel us
making music...

sax player
before the tonic accent
a swig of gin