Monday, July 25, 2016


They said I am full of grief
and I agreed with them
my lungs have breathed too much disappointment
in this life

I am not myself, I said
but later I disagreed
for this is what I am, now

Don't misunderstand
I still see joy in every gift of nature
and finally see the hope a child can bring
but my shadow turns to the suns of yesteryear
and I blink at every disappearance

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Incidents at the Shrine

I do not know if I can bring back my flowers
The soil is sparse
and you never wanted to be a god, anyway

But I can still capture the touch of lightness
and our astonishment when we met in that place outside of all this

Since then the lands and the seasons
the constant turning
has tired me
and I went many times and you were not there

If I come, will you hold me, make any promises, is ours something rooted that reaches to the sky

Or do we remain as incidents
albeit at the shrine