A Breaking Word

      by Judy Halebsky

There’s that part
after Bashō writes
old still pond
of pressing a fingerprint into wet clay

where the word ya
holds a space in the air
a cloud changes shape in the sky

make it a dash, a murmur
a breath on the inhale

this old pond
so many have tried to open

a sigh, a hum, a—

frog jumps in

sound of water says Hass
plop says Watts
kerplunk says Ginsberg


From Tree Line, Kalamazoo, Michigan: New Issues Poetry & Prose, 2014.