Were I a Flower

by Ok-Koo Kang Grosjean

Were I a flower

I’d like to be

anonymous and wild

hidden amongst pine needles

near a lichen-covered rock

deep in the mountains.

But it would be good

to catch the grateful glance

of a lonely traveler

like Bashō.

From A Hummingbird’s Dance, Berkeley, California: Parallax Press, 1994, page 2. See also Beauty Only and “This Kind of Unknowing,”