Drunk on moonlight from Taipei I stand alone under the Toronto sky.
My mind is schizophrenic, but my hand is steady as I pursue a would-be poem on this wintry night.
my anguish
crumpled into a ball...
I keep writing
as the wastebasket waits
for another throw
Sunlight drifts through the window and settles on the worn cover of A New Practical Chinese-English Dictionary. My heart, that lonely hunter, seeks the page where the odor of words is strongest.
every day
tastes a little
different
my hunger for words
to picture a poet
Haibun Today, 8:3, September 2014
