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