Sunday, October 12, 2014


From up here,
You think your feet could touch
The cottony cloud tops
Just below,

But actually
You can't reach,
And the closer you get
The less there is of substance.

Strips of cloud so thin and fragile:
The insubstantial filling
In an invisible and chaotic
layer cake
made of wind


The roar of a landing plane:
The distinct impression you've ridden in
On a thunderbolt.

The Sea

The sea of endless waves,
Like a sea of endless waves.

Amoebic Ocean

Lapping the sandy shore,
The waves of an ocean
Are like a vast amoeba,
Trying to engulf its prey
With infinite patience
And tiny repeated efforts;
And gradually succeeding.

Jodo Mission

Kiawe seeds in pods
Wind through waves and sand
Grains of consciousness in mind

Thursday, September 11, 2014


Bare sky,
Bare toes:
Wind through both.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


Fond touches
Walking couple
Happy arms:
Thru window screen
Genders unseen

Monday, August 18, 2014

Goldfish Moon

Our moon was a goldfish
Or at least its eye,
Oversized, in the middle
Of its misshapen halo body
Of wispy, silvery-colored gold.
Out it rose from behind a hill
Or a castle in the bowl of the sky.

Mirrors, Mirror

Two mirrors
Facing each other

Saw dim, distant
of themselves
In the other.

Both were right,
And both were wrong.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Light Pollution

A bright meteorite
Cuts through city lights
And the atmosphere
To reach my eyes