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