gentle rain
the new seabed
smoothed over
caterpillar
spins a mid-
life crisis
something dead,
something blooming
spring breeze
a blue ceiling
where the roof-beams
have collapsed
from dagosan:
– 2 PM: No new haiku yet today: my block, neighborhood,
favorite park, and more are being flooded by the Mohawk River.
My favorite backyard tree (giant, ancient, gnarled) has fallen
into the River, crushing another favorite, too (a tiny evergreen that
always reminded me of a living scarecrow). My senses are over-
whelmed. I better “get” a couple haiku out of all this! —
-10 PM:
such thick roots —
the flooding river
topples our giant oak
[April 3, 2005]
potluck
The New York Times has a thoughtful editorial on John Paul II
today. (April 3, 2005) It’s final words:
“johnPaul2” “The pope always believed that human values, not
numbers, were what mattered. His embrace of each person’s innate
dignity was his touchstone, allowing him to shape our times
even as he railed against them.”