Into Song

First published in Bare Bones #5, Spring 1993, page 2. These poems were among many I wrote at this time after hearing someone say that one shouldnt start a haiku with a preposition. See also The Widows Shadow.

 

looking into the pool
       the paraplegic
              sings


into the orchard
       bees
              yellow mustard


into the snow
       her mittens
              and bus fare


into the wind
       the child . . .
              silent prayer


into the forest
       lightning
              and a lynx


into the sky
       a flock of birds
              and birdsong