River
Still surface
mirror smooth
the river runs
to the sea
The quest
Dog runs through morning meadow
nosing tufts of dewy grass
delicately industrious
searching for the perfect blade
Awe
Deep night
No moon
Star bright
World in a tree
Poplar leaves flicker
a shoal of silver fish
in the ocean of the wind
Swifts
Aircraft grinds through the clouds
engines roaring, poison-tailed.
Light as autumn leaves
swifts swoop and dive
oblivious.
Mulberry tree
The unnamed tree is umbrella-shaped
That’s all.
Call it Mulberry, I look again, curious,
and a tree becomes a story.
Kite
Sunlight turns wave tips to quicksilver.
The kite circles,
watching only the scurrying
in the brown river mud.
Trust
Liquid eyes
Calm and dog brown
Look into mine
And see the whole world.