substance: lack of memory

Wind scatter blown from trees far away from here fall at my feet.
I link myself to the apple garden, to the oasis, that
warmth of fresh beginnings and the pleasure of subtleties once felt.
How the tree in the field now shines, the vast field as
large as a lake, a solid green lake.

jet lag

rumble tumble plane-train to
the suburbs. a taxi in Japanese.
Second day, sleep without food.
Sudden urge to rearrange the furniture.

conversation on a lake

last night, the moon full peeked out from behind a splatter of clouds. the water in the afternoon, the pontoon and conversation. faces of old, perhaps ten years, aging gracefully. you sat quietly for some hours trying to feel yourself in the space of the day. a conversation in Japanese and, again, the cool calm [...]