With Only a Vague Outline
by Jeff Hardin
A single haiku,
let’s assume, could redirect an empire
or set in motion outlandish blessings
or bring a trough of water to stillness thereby
affecting other stillnesses, both animal and human,
and perhaps even thirst itself, a still well
down which one stares
waiting to hear the end of it.
From Poetry Northwest 6:2, Fall & Winter
2011–2012, page 14.