tanka

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

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

the changeling

a stone angel
steps down 
from her pedestal—
the burden of wings 
others want her to wear


~A Hundred Gourds 4:2, March 2015


the empty shell
of a phoenix egg
sky blue
among the cinders
of who I used to be



raven, 
fox, or smiling lion . . .
I rummage
my wardrobe
for this day’s mask

~Ribbons 11:2, summer 2015



Sunday, October 4, 2015

the river

echoing
across the river
the tune
my father used to whistle
on summer mornings 


~red lights 11:2, June 2015


no bridge
to that sunlit shore—
the stone
I skip across the river
falls short

~A Hundred Gourds 4:3, June 2015


step by step
I cross the stream 
on a fallen tree—
with open arms I balance 
childhood and old age

~Skylark 3:1, summer 2015