Tomorrow, I will be will be trekking around the gorgeous Boondall Wetlands with ten other haiku enthusiasts on our autumn ginko.
If the weather stays like it is today – early 20′s and endless blue – it is going to be beautiful to be near the water in a haiku state of mind. Here’s one that I have been rolling around in my head this morning…
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autumn light
promise we’ll see
each other again
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zen garden
a wasp flies out
of Buddha’s nose
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the afternoon like a fragment
pollen colours the air
in every nose
you grab at mum’s skirt
bare your teeth and beg
for milk
the wind is sweet and rank
always is
the sky a hoarse throat reciting
there is silence after
the hunger in both
your bodies fold
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You wake in the hour
before dawn, singing a route
through to our autumn room
where we swim
in a humid lake of sleep
each note, more famished
than the last, quickens
my pulse as I kick
from sleep’s shore to reach
you in the tidal dark.
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He toddles slowly up the back path
eyeing off the shade of the mulberry tree
where leaves have been raked
into boy-sized mounds:
ageless and dreaming he throws
himself into the litter
whoops and kicks his legs
lusty and loud as any turkey.
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Once I could tell you what lasts:
stone, the pull and suck of tides
the countless acres of sky.
Now I am less certain.
Things do not stay
where they are put. The days spin
and burn out like stars.
What lasts?
I turn as the sun goes down
toward eyes that shine like small moons
and to all love’s senses I am woken.
There is nothing simpler, nothing more lasting than this.
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We bathe our son
a prayer for every part
as if washing him with song:
hair the colour of oats
slicked back from his face
and the eyes
knowing my mother calls them
bright as finches:
in them is the completeness
of life and love
words that survive silence.
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for T.H.E
We’ve moved on
every day a little deeper
to a place where moments
are defined by the love in them
a place where another’s breath
could be my own
the profound breath of prayer
and joy is unpronounceable.
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no longer blue
in this blossom-loosening wind
autumn sky
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[two fragments]
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thief, thief, thief
the gulls call
while you rush on breathing
a prayer of baritoned
salted air
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only you are able to make
your way back from that
old voyage toward death
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