Papaya, red sweet, carved with ridges watch the
juice swimming piñas.
Foamed expresso sits under
Chop sticks standing in a bone china cup.
The cook removes her shoes and bows to the king.
Even the orchid would smile if you were here.Bangkok, Thailand, March 9, 2003
A collection of poems gathered between late 2019 and throughout 2020.
Poetry, photos, and reflections about the mystery and mindfulness of poetry emergent from a year-long experiment to write a haiku a day.
Three poems written in the months following 11 September in the United States, Colombia, and Burma/Myanmar.