a day of half-measures;
touching and just missing:
slightly off-centre
waking to a world
better than its dreams,
the snail delights in the rain
buzzard skywards
spiralling: leaves behind no marks
that i can discern
blackbird in the dusk sings
dusk in the blackbird:
theme and variations
each year the trees
blossom more beautifully
but my own flowers fade
rummaging in the bag
for a haiku, i found instead
empty space
puss cat intently
sniffing the rush matting:
remembrance of mice past
if it's true that
we reincarnate, then we are
our own ancestors
change the world
one doubt at a time: ask the
impossible question
this morning there was no world
beyond the dense white fog
which wrapped the field
i load up my plate
with the future. the notice says:
all you can eat!
