by David Budbill
I am old enough for frosty hair.
The years add wrinkles to my face.
Life is brief; desire infinite.
I, too, am made of dust.
This world of dew
is only the world of dew—
and yet . . .
Oh! and yet . . .
From While We’ve Still Got Feet, Port Townsend, Washington: Copper Canyon Press, 2005, page 135. In the same book, David Budbill includes the following poem, titled “Green Mountain Woodchuck Landscape Haiku”: “Dirt roads, power lines, / chicken coop, dead cars, trailer— / mountains all around.”