1/26/19





when i separate from my hands,
            said the water,
                        whose journey will be done



1/24/19





one grain of rice
                        (for many bowls)
the guest left behind



1/21/19





crossing the river above the trees
                                                           
                                                                        my flood raised to feather







late in our moon
and no
one
asleep in the barn



1/20/19





through ice works
            on maple buds—
                        —long walk to the sun







many times of being lost
            in place
like a lake between the waters



1/19/19




a child's cup of moonlight was the thread of my returning



1/18/19





something eternal
            worn down
                        to a man who believes he’s sleeping



1/17/19




my flaws drifting from stone to stone—becoming the white sky



1/15/19