small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

a sow's ear

softly singing
I arrange my spices
A to Z
the idea of order
on a kitchen shelf

outside my dark window
the desire
to join them
running on all fours

sun and wind
enter my slow bones
the marrow of loneliness
with emerald moss

a girl-child
waits in the woods
within me
for jack-in-the-pulpit
to speak his first word

the story
of my life as a changeling—
this poem
a silk purse stitched
from a sow’s left ear

kernels  1:1, April 2013

1 comment:

  1. This sequence is wonderful, each individual tanka stellar and telling its own separate story yet working so well together. I like how you start off with "the idea of order."

    P.S. Hard to pick, but I believe my v. favorite tanka here are "sun and wind" and "the story."