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 shouldn’t start a haiku with a preposition. See also “The Widow’s Shadow.”

looking into the pool

       the paraplegic


into the orchard


              yellow mustard

into the snow

       her mittens

              and bus fare

into the wind

       the child . . .

              silent prayer

into the forest


              and a lynx

into the sky

       a flock of birds

              and birdsong