Light,
the old monk said,
is like silence
you can see.
Month: April 2021
Holy Saturday
the door cam catches
a porch pirate’s breath
Easter morning
fox cubs scuffle
over a thrush egg
(The Mainichi, April 11, 2020)
empty
a crow leaves
the robin’s nest
between heartbeats
a breath
of hyacinths
a snowflake
out of nowhere
just one
in the beginning cherry blossoms (haiga)
first rays of sun
on morning frost . . .
I’ll catch the next train
after our tiff
about whose turn to shovel
sudden snowmelt
social distancing
at your place
or mine
only the top
two plates used
pandemic
moonlight
trapped in icicles …
one virus variant
after another
in this new normal
interrupted dream—
I make myself small
to slip back in
Covid life as we don’t know it
lockdown blues
a hit of whip cream
straight from the can
nestled into oak the urge of white trilliums
A micro haibun by Taofeek Ayeyemi.
year of the ox
most of us
plodding on
gibbous moon
she gives me the bigger
piece of pie
graveyard shift
another year of waiting tables
of waiting dreams
migrant
detention
sunset
ladders
the sky