Thursday, October 8, 2020

Haiku: On Death I


Leaves fall from the tree.

Existence is all I have known.

We are not the tree.

Food gives no pleasure

When someone you love suffers.

Tears salt everything.

Go out with a bang, 

Or go out with a whimper,

It is all the same.

Sunday, June 28, 2020


Sitting under a redbud tree looking at a branch from the underneath, silhouetted against the clouds, I see an ant making its way toward the end of the branch and wonder how that little body could contain enough energy to complete its journey; because unknown to it, it has traveled to the end only to realize it is halfway back to the beginning.