A Dewdrop World
a gazelle parts
the river shallows…
In his active years of doctoring, father constantly scribbled in the air, practising the spelling and committing to memory the names of the many new medicines that medical representatives gave him as free samples.
Once, when I inquired of a potter how she shaped her pots so effortlessly, she answered, "Centering happens in your heart first. Throwing the clay on a moving wheel is only an outward action."
what I make of dreams
holds the moon
Note: Haiku published in A Hundred Gourds 5:3, June 2016.