If on a Winter’s Night a Patient (Cherita Sequence)

time stands still

on the old clock above
the counter in the ER

I wait
patiently
for my turn

walking out the door

casting no glances
we pass each other by

then disappear
snow traces the weight
of each burden

Getting Something Read (June, 10, 2010)

The Solitary Journey

ahead, two roads diverged
in the dim woods
the journey was long

arriving at the fork
once again, I chose the road less traveled
déjà vu

I walk it fearlessly

Getting Something Read (May 12, 2010)

The Smell of the Moon (Solo Renku)

dappled dusk
the chirping of crickets
breaks bell-notes

eyes upon the dripping
moonlit lane

full moon
the smell of steamed rice cakes
fills an attic room

Getting Something Read (April,22, 2010)

The Myth of Sisyphus (Tanka Prose)

people awake
work, eat, and sleep
the Mondays of present
follow the rhythm
of the Sundays in past

Blank years in and out. This is daily life. And then the sudden moment of being: the stab of memories, the sting of longings, the slaughter of time. There is no screaming tragedy in ordinary life.

Getting Something Read (Jan., 14th, 2010)