夢の庵
I
The still drops from the water cake
Understated sweetness
Cool
Inviolate
Heart beat slows
To a restrained take
on the universe
And all within it
Herded
Harnessed
Bit and bridled
Steered
Separated:
Milk from curdle
A slow process
This is no whirl
No dervish.
This is time
slowed
down
to a
pin
prick
Girl.
II
Then there was the thunder!
The rage and plunder!
In the heart of silence
Grows
Steel and arrow
Bowed trained
Sorrow,
The intent bends
The wind around it,
Allows for one last step beyond death
One last action before oblivion
Then!
then…
then?
III
In a field sits a boy
The flute around his neck
Beyond him the mountains,
Behind him his baby-days
Gold in the silken thread.
His mother
The sorrow she has made,
Toys of childhood
The way his Grandfather prayed:
Ball into cup and back again
A trick of the wrist
A salutation
A twist:
He straddles the past
And the future
And says, pushing
Glasses up nose
I am coming for you!
No matter how the sea rose
Or the ground shook
Or the end
Of everything
Decomposed before him.
Katana Unsheathing
The joke falling
Flat inbetween
The gulf
Of his genetic
Lack of destiny
And his own steel
Sharp will.
IV
In the end what is there
Up here on Shosha
Trapped between the
Old and new
The conundrum
The “what to do”?
In the end the lizard
Regards us all the same,
Appealling –
Years go reeling,
A smooth faced monk
Looks into my eyes
And declares,
I know you
As I make my
Escape
The hasty descent,
The secret, mysterious
Forever searching
Curious,
Remains brooding
Upon the questions
I did not dare to ask
It’s heaves a sigh
“This is as I expected!”
The old don’t always
Die last!
I feel I disappointed
Future
Past
Unyielding.
Undying
Fast
V
The path is full of rocks:
This is a gate
Or a mouth
A torii
For you
But not for me:
At last
I am broke
Free.