Saturday, February 11, 2006

Haibun - The Comfort of Bubbles

The Comfort of Bubbles

Before I get to the beach, comes the grief.
I have been expecting it like our child I once
carried and lost. A sweeping stroke of sea
and sand curves one into the other the way
we once curved one into the other.
It is your birthday. You have left me.
Alone. Lonely. With only imagined memories
of the night of your death.
A wave curls, its hollow mirrors the hollow in
my heart.
As it dies, bubbles of seafoam at the shoreline
join the sand with its bubbles of breathholes.
Another wave has been born.
Afterwards, at the road, I turn back. There,
amidst bubbles of breath and foam, I find the
waves, waving.

by the shore
wavy lines of salt --


Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Haibun - Living Through Death

Living Through Death

I fall asleep and dream of your absence
only to awaken and rise to the surety of
it. Your imprint on the sheets has been
erased by my own tossing and turning.

The plenitude of emptiness overflows
with pain.

But the last light of dusk is the loneliest,
in a lovely lilac haze of clouds. My faith
in the first star to wish upon has failed me.
And the moon appears only if she must.

winter sun
a grey cloud covers it

darkness at dawn