Reel Self
I desired the sea today;
I needed fourteen miles of vision.
Low clouds were pressing pines along
the river with emotional weight.
The ocean didn’t feel a thing.
I felt the mist of lost Atlantis
there and heard a foghorn speak
behind closed doors. Each distant island
was a word, an opening
to continental Christ ascending
from the lobster trap of thoughts
beneath ten thousand years of night.
I saw a boat become a wave
and then its wake become the light.
~Son Rivers 2008
COLD AND SOLITUDE
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Freezing weather here after a snowfall. Here again is a winter hokku by
Hashin: No sky, no earth;Only snowCeaselessly falling. And here is Kimio
Eto playin...
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