a typhoon stalled offshore, and dreary clings to this place a miasma written in solid hours when will clouds crack & let the light in? just one blue bolt of sky, showing through a crevice? my head is in fog, and I can't hear my pounding heart over the crashing of waves
crack the tablets: smash & shatter them until they flutter into dust, dust that's wisped into eddies and sparkles in the creek bed and is flushed out to sea and is but a glittery trace of what they once were.
the volcano hides
in a blanket of clouds,
and sleeps past noon
in a color storm
of roiling koi, a plain
white fish sticks out
the lotus stands
boldly in pink & yellow;
one petal fallen
baby monkey seems to contemplate chains, or i anthropomorphize?
Tiger Riding for Beginners 