Haibun - As A Wave
As A Wave
Sitting on the jetty, I can feel the stillness as a wave, having risen, crests -
then, falling, is silent, rolled back into itself.
How I yearn to roll back into myself, to merge with the ocean as a wave.
indigo tides -
a full moon
tugs at the tides
Haibun - The Moon Jar
The Moon Jar
Sitting on a shelf behind glass, the moon jar from
the Joseon Dynasty in Korea was created by join-
ing two bowl-shaped halves.
An irregular shape results from a slight sagging in
the Bunwon kilns while unintended peach flourishes
have slightly tinted the jar from the intense heat.
Thickly applied glaze imparts a faint blueness, a
delicate tone to the porcelain, conveying the cool
freshness of the moon.
in front of the moon jar
Haibun - Close to a Distant Shore
Close to a Distant Shore Glazed on the drum-shaped vessel, a crane swoops
from the lotus pond with a fish in his bill.
As we finish the plum wine, we tap the bottle with
driftwood, sing mad, love songs to the moon.
The sun begins to shine through a grey fog on the
ocean - the hangover of poets through the ages.
five hundred A.D. -
the Korean potter smiles
at a passing cloud
Haibun - The Stone Well
The Stone Well
I follow the moonlit path to the mossy stone well.
A tossed pebble echoes in circles.
Lowering the bucket into depths of darkness, I
hoist it dripping onto the ledge.
The moon floats on the surface as I scoop it with
a ladle on a rusty nail.
I return the bucket to the rope above the stone well.
The ladle lies empty in the grass.
lingering heat -
my thirst quenched
by a cool moon
Haibun - How Light Carves Shadows
How Light Carves ShadowsBy pale dawn, from the west, she appears -a haloed silhouette. Then, golden sun revealseach chiselled fold released from the stone.Dusk bathes her in oblique light, in streaksof rose, peach, violet, blue. As darkness falls,she rises with the silver moon, a shadow...the smoothnessof her naked curves -light carves shadows
Haibun - Tsukubai
By dusk, the sodalite he bought as a
dusty slab of stone from the quarry at
dawn has been carved by his sculptor's
hand into a half-circle of royal blue sky
with streaks of cirrus.
Gently, he places it in the grass.
The garden hose gurgles.
dipping my finger
in the stone basin,
i trace the moon...
Haibun - Country Church with Rose Window
Country Church with Rose WindowBreathless on the path, she holds ontothe gate around the church. The statueof the Madonna beckons her. Aching, she makes it from the back to a front pew to rest awhile.There, in the midst of pain, she feels theglow of glass petals - their hues fall gentlythrough the window of Our Lady of the Rosary. Released, her last breath rises at one with the roses.climbing the trellisthe sweetness of attarreaches the sky