Re-Homing in the Maple Land, XLIII
written on Canada Day Eve
twilight mist
drifting in white ribbons
over the river ...
thoughts of staying or going
tangled in my immigrant past
FYI: This could be read as a sequel to the following gembun
Re-Homing in the Maple Land, XLII
A new life in this promised land of milk and honey, where my veil of forgetfulness drapes like a shroud.
shoppers come and go
“I used to be” in the folds
of my Walmart smile
This gembun could be read as a sequel to my tanka below:
at winter twilight
should have, could have, would have
are a boulder
rolling down the hill of life
I push it up, and yet ...
Gusts, 39, Spring/Summer 2024
This tanka could be read as a sequel to my tanka prose below:
The Point of No Return
On the day of my emigration to Canada, a land of maple leaves and snowflakes that will eventually bury my past.
a parting
of summer clouds
mother
lets go of my hand
. . . and of my heart
Ribbons, 16:1, Winter 2020
