Three Tanka on Impermanence

I
grass growing
through the concrete cracks;
roots spreading
and loosening the stones —
nature’s transplant rejection

 

II
mossy roof,
a cabin in the woods,
nature swallows
and digests all intruders
if given enough time

 

III
every living thing
becomes food in due time;
i’m fungi food;
should a wolf crack my corpse bones,
who am i to complain?

Stormy Shore Tanka


I
seas churn
under darkened skies
raindrops arrive
pelting the sandy shore
with wind-blown violence


II
the rocky shore
becomes a fierce fountain
as wave water
hits and shoots skyward
to be blown sideways


III
this storm lingers
as metaphorical storms
are known to do
natural storms are
always in motion