Zen Haiku

Poem 2070

between sips
the taste of old rains
from the stone well.

bridge traffic
moving beyond me
the honk of the geese.

last-ray of sunset
our bird cage covered
indoors.

furniture restore
the smells of a boyhood
out in the forest.

wall of fog ‘
in the whiskey bottle
my Saturday night.

butterfly eggs
leaving the chances
for her generation.

School soccer ends
the halves of oranges
from their pregnant mums.

To all you lost sailors …
a pregnant woman swims
in your gentle waves.

Whales around us …
along repeated highways
migrating south.

Port customs
shadows of us shuffling
along the wharf.