Sunday, January 03, 2010

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...