for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

it’s the brilliance that awes you (another haibun from a ginko at the Brooklyn Gardens)

wild berry

it’s the brilliance that awes you–the spark in a bed of browning edges, some disheveled weed flowers, the dryness curling back to roots, the seeping cold taking back warm blood, back to its own heart. you have to peer close to know the eye of its brilliance, find a berry you can’t name, a berry you haven’t crushed between your tongue and palate, a berry you haven’t juiced for your hair and skin more than your heart. yet, wordless in wonder, you can’t but see your iris in it, looking in a mirror…

how i am seen
from Andromeda


October 21, 2011 - Posted by | haibun, poetry, reflection | , , , ,

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