Travels with Jane
Admiring the blossoms - Takebe Socho
     Admiring the Blossoms - Takebe Socho
  They fit me:
air, dust, rain
   my favorite garments   
   Wings skimming
earth's brushstrokes -
   An unexpected friend
Song Lyrics 


   Good sidewalk café -
Chattering patrons,
   fat sparrows
     My traveling companion -
Wind and sun make her face
   my favorite sculpture

   Crows' footprints'
round the pond's edge -
   Koi below.
Koi below

My Capistrano -
   faithful returns
of seasons and small prodigals
   In my lap
my crumpled old hat -
   Seattle autumn

   Having been evaluated
and found wanting -
   her cold door's farewell.
   This cat, playing -
only its claws
   are real !

If my hand hurts writing,
   I can write
about that, too.
the earth and the sky -
   rocks' silence
the love of one's life -
   A momentous occasion
   My wall calendar -
where to make room
   for "never"?

   I don't know
if the rosebush will bloom,
   but its thorns will remind me.
   Even when old,
the body still heals faster -
   My soul, hurting.

   A desert rain -
   or time wasted?
[condors over the desert]

   Coyotes don't understand
that the sky
   is a place to live in

that the sky is a place to live in
   I could draw respite
from yesterday or before
   if I still had the crayons
My neighbor's hut in the distance
   - irrelevant
during our feud
   Not easy -
choosing between
   leeks and radishes
   Small country town:
The only entertainment here,
   crows !
   Woman counting waves:
I couldn't stop
   to find out...
   Tedious morning -
Leaky boat, cold pond,
   clever fish!
   Boy facing seagulls -
Two eyes : Twenty-two eyes,
   all busy
[the jetties]

   Stern rocks -
they think the waves
   are the masochists !

they think the waves are the masochists
   My crowded hut -
Not enough room
   for me and mosquitoes, both
   This meandering path
must like
   to journey, too!
   New hiking shoes:
   even under the bed!
[getting dressed]

   Thinking I had
one more clean pair left -
   and being wrong

   This cat
   a lumpy bedspread !
The old gate -
   rust flakes settling
with the autumn leaves
A toast -
by a broken cork screw
a lot less "cooped up inside" now -
   my leaky roof
Cracks on this side
   of the wall, too !
   My love -
doesn't seem to mind too much,
   being held
   Afternoon chores -
Even disheveled,
   she's beautiful
   After the fourth bottle -
It's the best wine,
   ever !   
   My late-night drinking:
Well-deserving of the crows
   at my morning window
   Plum blossoms:
the grass softened
   their downward journey
    Morning Tide:
Inside each seashell
   small furls of silence
   A neighboring town -
Meeting her
   in the autumn sun
   Wind on the water,
evening, my thoughts of her
   a pleasant harbor
[loitering adolescents]

   Embers of their ancestors:
They do not know
   how to live !

pedestrians?    These crows on the sidewalk
must think
   they're pedestrians !
   Each day at the pier - 
anglers, baiting lures
   seagulls collecting tolls
   The pelican:
A precocious fit
   on that pier-post !
Lifting across the autumn field -
   a crow
and its cargo
   Paddle, little ducks !
I must look
   My beach shack -
seagulls auditioning
  by the window
   Feet firm in the sand
the ocean
   comes and goes...
   My sandcastle -
   by last night's tide !
even the road    Even the road
seems weary
   this autumn evening
   Summer storm
and the wind
   carries rain-scent
   Bent low,
the oak tree
   shielding the graves
   Spring rain -
Each shack
   with its very own pond !
   These sparrows -
Even their noise
   is bigger !
   A crow
chases its cry -
   Winter evening
tough neighborhood    Beach filled with seagulls -
A tough neighborhood
   for the crows
   These crows -
they must know
   where they're going
     The road at dusk:
Wondering still,
   where it would lead
   Still trying
to find home -
   Winter sunset
   A wilted rose -
   my late arrival
that beggar's pack to be mine,
   people eye me more wary
not too happy in my presence...    The egret:
Not too happy
   in my presence !
 The old clock:
so indifferent
   to our vanity
      Between blossoms:
sparrows fluttering
   with the butterflies
   The bare trees,
my spirit,
   raw from the wind
A too-long journey:
   Beginning to seem
like the same rocks, same sky
   Along the baseboards
an ant caravan
   carries off treasures
   Day ending,
I follow the road
   much more closely
   How do these crows live ?
I have nothing
   better to do...
   Seeking the wilderness:
A fine place to find
   A fine place to forget
the lives of seagulls,
   the waves come and go
autumn moon    The autumn moon -
Does it remember
   its summer ?
   Behind ivy
the old wall
   crumbles slowly
   I'd rather
be ignored by you too,
   mosquitoes !
   The old road -
a good companion
   in solitude
  The spring breeze -
sometimes helping the butterflies,
   sometimes not
  Young seagulls:
Even worse singers
   than their parents !
   Evening:  The old bridge
dividing the water
   and twilight
  Ants on my roof -
Are you
   enjoying the view?
   The trees in Spring -
Each blossom
   in its very own time
   Spring morning:
A parade of ants
   on the garden path
  June morning:
A large butterfly
  stuck to my wall
   Apart from my love,
counting waves
   as they're leaving
   Village at dusk -
The roofs, a stage
   for the evening sky
   A cacophony of falling
upon the already weary:
   Winter rain
   My love's visit -
still finding teacups, coffeecups,
   days later
   They speak
in sparkles of sunlight -
   the waves
the branches of cherry trees    Hands entwined,
the branches of cherry trees
   facing the river
   The autumn sky -
still finding her absence
   These seagulls:
not every landing
   A fly, wringing its hands
on my notepad:
   Was it my writing ?
Preparing to
see off my love,
I am practicing absence.
© Jon Bohrn (2003)


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