Path

 
 
 

On the stony path
 
how carefully I travel
 
with my walking stick.

Advertisements

Companions

 
 
 

a labyrinth walk
 
accompanied by birdsong
 
and the freeway’s hum

Walking

 
 
 

autumn afternoon—
 
walking along the river
 
hand in hand with you

Buddha

 
 
 

Before the Buddha
 
mastered walking on water,
 
he sank fifty times.

Windy

 
 
 

Windy day in spring—
 
a crumpled candy wrapper
 
skitters down the walk.

Compass

 
 
 

walking the wrong way
 
because my broken compass
 
keeps pointing me there

Crumbs

 
 
 

seven-day-old bread—
 
even pigeons walk away
 
from the barren crumbs