Zen Haiku

Poem 1231

In the mirror
mother surrounded
by my guest room.

Bathroom mirror
Laurel and her fog
the same scent.

Bedroom mirror
our dust too
glitters in the sun.

In the mirror
my yoga pose
in a beam of light.

Midnight, her cat
purrs on
the red silk kimono.

Stepping stones
the swishes of her kimono
across the stream.

Through old mining towns
over a bridge where a stream
chatters with pebbles.

Coffee break
reading a fashion magazine
the sculptor’s nude.

Summer drought
washing the taste of ant
from the copper saucepans.

Sunday afternoon
suckling quietly
into her babe.