The Sea
The sea is a nomad
Wandering from land to land
Destined never to rest in pools
Or to find eternal calm.
The sea is pushed and pulled
By the moon, the wind and sun
Unseen forces that drag
Saltwater onto terra firma.
The Sea
The sea is a nomad
Wandering from land to land
Destined never to rest in pools
Or to find eternal calm.
The sea is pushed and pulled
By the moon, the wind and sun
Unseen forces that drag
Saltwater onto terra firma.
Mountain Mist
The mist clings to me as I walk,
dotting my skin with gems of cold.
To left and right
there should be peaks and plunging valleys,
but I see nothing that I cannot touch.
Upon this open mountainside
By the Itterbeek
a slow weedy stream
a heron rises
crosses my gravelly path
flies through leaning oaks
to land
steps through green pasture
Soul Diver
I dive into the human sea-bottom
I search for a soul like a clear pearl
An extraordinary secretion inside the shell-body
Guarded by the hands of a water nymph
Distorted yet brilliant
Resembling the softness of white flesh
Its core the trematode in ancient darkness
Its kernel a nothing grain of sand
Once Again
A person full of hope
is already hope.
A person seeking the way
is already a new way.
A truly good person
is already a good world.
untitled
after we met
i turned
into a moth
approached the light
and burned up
you were worth it
No-tell hotel
As Sunday comes to close
I open the curtains in the south-facing room
From my chair
I can watch the no-tell hotel on the beach
Against a backdrop of darkness
Stirred by the heat
Distant Memory
Right now, I am strolling along the green sidewalks of Gaien Nishi Dori Avenue. I am 80 centimeters tall and proud of my long legs and pure white fur. I am called Borzoi, which means agile in Russian. However, I walk very slowly to keep up with my two males of the human animal followers. People say I'm proud, but I'm not like common dogs, so it's only natural. The memories that linger in my blood from my ancestors are vivid. I ran around in all directions chasing rabbits in the snowfield as far as the eye can see.I was also very good at zigzag running. I even competed with horses controlled by humans, and I could run long distances with ease. The sky and forests were big. I could see the frozen city of Petersburg in winter and the Neva River from the back of my eyes.
The Bellybutton
Since having had that cord cut
I had to start being myself
Driven by the first breath
Breathing hard with all my might
I finally found my voice, and began to speak
I can’t expose my bellybutton to the public
Summer Morning
(Reflection on 'Summer Evening' a sonnet by John Clare)
In the dew, footprints marked by silver jewels,
Lightfoot pads gently, raising paw to pose
boldly by the meadow's edge and views
the land and sniffs the breeze with wrinkled nose.
Below the pond the iris banks, plashed white and gold
half-hide the chicken coop, shut tight
The Sea The sea is a nomad Wandering from land to land Destined never to rest in pools Or to find eternal calm. The sea is pushed and pulled...