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

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Will the Circle Be Unbroken

My mother is helping me hang wallpaper in the kitchen of my first house. Eagles, oak leaves and acorns march one-two, one-two around the walls, back to our starting point above the window. But here’s a dilemma—we’ll have to put two eagles side-by-side, or else two oak leaves. To me, either arrangement looks glaringly wrong. But my mother cheerfully pastes up two eagles in a row, taking care to select a left-facing eagle where the pattern calls for right.

a circle
inked on white paper—
open to the drift
of stardust and ashes

                 ~Haibun Today 8:3, Sept. 2014


  1. Yes! Your tanka extends the prose in a way that opens this into something extraordinary. Lovely work, as always.

  2. Wonderful! Especially the prose - what a great story! Congrats on getting it published :)