At my journey’s end,
 
a cricket in the kitchen
 
seems to welcome me.

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Sip

 
 
 

April afternoon—
 
one more sip of jasmine tea
 
then the long journey

Journey

 
 
 

the year’s first journey—
 
taking more seeds and suet
 
to the bird feeder

Map

 
 
 

a map with no towns
 
but all the roads are still there—
 
my journey begins

End

 
 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
when I reach my journey’s end,
 
will you greet me there?

Roadmap

 
 
 

the only roadmap
 
for my father’s last journey—
 
white chrysanthemums

Pilgrim

 
 
 

fingering prayer beads
 
on her journey to sunrise—
 
a midnight pilgrim