Monday, January 31, 2011

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

- Jeronimus, after Kabir

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

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


Monday, January 17, 2011

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

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Like gold, this blue runs
molten in the crucible 
of the summer sky
Like Isis' sistrum
cicadas' summer shimmer
exorcises thought

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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