everyday without a face…
alone -
one by one
the train's windows..
long journey,
long shadows,
beyond the bend.
train berth
hot tea from a clay pot
tasting of earth.
unbeliever
a detour
around the haunted tree.
naked trees -
a babbler fights itself
against the window.
stillness
bird watching
among fallen leaves
dried grass
that had been a nest.
hand in hand
frog and her
both jump.
the scent of rain
from somewhere
from leaf to leaf.
moving backwards I see
my footprints walk away
sandstorm...
humid heat -
under the fan
her breath on my neck.
evening rush -
the calling crescendo
of cuckoos in my cap
fitting room -
reflection
reflecting on reflection.
I watch a dog
follow the shade.
cold night -
kettle's whistle
like a distant train.
I will dance in the rain
I will sing to the moon
I will talk to the birds
I will whistle a tune.