Bashō

        by Alfred H. Marks

Swoop!
Green, bug-eyed, wingless, conquering air,
earth-thrusting legs outstretched in triumph;
descending,
striking,
submerging in jade, groundless depths.
And above
the jet thrown high tumbles,
the shaken air composes to silence;
the rings of water spread, strike shore,
return colliding and subside.

From Hiroaki Sato’s One Hundred Frogs, New York: Inklings/Weatherhill, 1995, page 72.