In the courtyard 
of the temple of the sky
blooms a flower.

- Jeronimus, after Kabir

All that remains of
the infinite sea of night
are these words of ink


Jeronimus (inspired by a haiku by Jorge Luis Borges)

Rescued from the ferns
the grey watering can will rain
for the vanished clouds

-Jeronimus

The evening sky
is an old master painting
of a blue-ware bowl
-Jeronimus

Like gold, this blue runs
molten in the crucible 
of the summer sky
-Jeronimus

Like Isis' sistrum
cicadas' summer shimmer
exorcises thought
-Jeronimus

Kookaburras call
in jungles they've never seen,
thanks to Hollywood.

-Jeronimus