Sweet Rice Straw
Sweet rice straw
we gather
green to twine
a shimenawa,
humble ward
against ills
across the door.
Faint scent familiar,
fresh-cut, clean
as rain on dry ground,
O grass snake
embrace this modest
shrine of a house.
Typical Tropical
In the folds of trees,
in uncut
roadside grass,
tucked in lava cracks,
infinite orchids
easy as any weed,
everyday as rain.
The Pond is a Slick of Sky
Dimpled with fish
part sea part fresh
the pond is a slick of sky.
Rain-damp at low tide
on lava steps
our clothes steam
in sunlight.
Through water warm as air
nimble shrimp
test our pale thighs.
No Brighter than Real Life
Carved from cliff stone
these steps to the sand
show wear.
Down from their cliff homes
over years
those who call this coast
their own
know the tides,
each step
a shallow bowl
resplendent with sea light
and sudden fish.
Islands and Skylines
From this once wild place we gaze
south, the bay soft
with sea fog
and slow moving clouds.
A lone barge, far-off
as a plane,
plies its silent route
to port, the city
a cut-out, pastel and unreal
from this windswept, golden hill.
The Sky a Valley Above
On the sacred trails
I travel still
sun-warm chaparral
burns my nose,
the resinous smell
somehow close
on these open hills,
low scrub
and hollow sky
far as the horizon.
Untold
With rain wishes slip
through city grates again,
fish-shaped and quicksilver-
skinned, they rush
storm drains
that empty to the sea,
waves of longing
flung headlong
in the bay.
Only an Empty Mug
Only an empty mug
invites a friend
to fill it
or so I read
and mean now
to catch
this quietness,
this afternoon
light, the lazy way
dust motes gild
space, how a spoon
holds the sun.
Undue Cosmos
From an indistinct arc
lamp-lit and far
from home
we watch
the underflow—
this slow river
brown as tea
muddled
with reflected stars.
Off the edge
above our heads
yellow moons
outrage the sky.
So Recently Round
Split-skinned and soft
as a breast
a fig
finds a bird’s beak
I ate I ate
the bird sings
and the fig hangs
unevenly—sweet wound
crescent moon
so recently round
alive now
and hollow with hungry ants