“…the sun triumphed over the dawn and lit the old trees”
(more…)Thurs, 9/5, at work
I am a house
maybe two or three stories tall
The way I feel sad
is a cat in the window
passively looking out
sometimes licking its paws
Every once in a while
The cat grows enormous
Too big to fit in the house
Bigger than the garden out back
Taller than the two or three stories of me
the size of a quarter of the block
even
maybe
It doesn’t stalk off
It won’t give chase
With one lift of a forepaw
it’ll climb atop the roof of me
and then
the most slowly possible
it sits
Even slower than that
the tail is curled
shrouding the whole of me
Nothing gets out
nothing reaches in
Not a trickle of rain
Not a speckle of sunlight
Not even a gasp of air
For a time being
The Resourcefulness of Ants
I am not runned down
No, I am not ragged
Certainly I have been at sea
Yes, I could be found
at any given time
Wiggling out my whole life
at the bottom of all the interchangeably deep, long, & unfathomable valley in existence
as if my own completely meaningless & perfectly purposeful line of impossibly tiny ants
But in my heart is my home and I know where I’m going¹
I know how to find food, over and over again²
I can smell death, all the time³
And I have always known how to heal injuries and perform amputations⁴
No, I do not feel lost
Yes, even when I find myself at sea
FOOTNOTES
1) From the French National Center for Scientific Research: Ants Have a Mighty Sense of Direction
2) From the Proceedings of the National Academy of Scienes: Chaos-order transition in foraging behavior of ants
3) From LiveScience: Ants Can Smell Death
4) From The Smithsonian: Carpenter Ants Perform Life-Saving Amputations to Treat Leg Injuries
Another Haiku
We don’t always have to bleed
Cauterization
We can simply choose to burn
沒有姊姊以後
你越過了
走頭無路
我失去了
問心無愧
逗號沒有地方好放