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

              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