Paiku

In sudden sunshine:
The leap
Of a squirrel's leap

 

Despite the mud ahead
I wash my boots
In the stream

Unhurried rain
Summons slugs
To fallen petals

Seeing me
Farmer starts working
Like he doesn't enjoy the sunshine

Tattered butterfly
On a wobbly, mile-long mission
Across bare fields

Farmer and I
Have been enemies
For ten thousand years

No sun today;
I'm free to walk
Either side of the street

I herd white butterflies
Down the lane
To meet the lambs

Two miles of
Dandelions
Applaud my drive home

 

I see
One magpie
And decide
It's two

Old Tom's tools
Rust in our shed
Too old and strange to use

I take a walk
Disguised as
A walker

Entry to field
Blocked
By a single silken strand

 

Two bent slivers
Of soap:
Comedy and Tragedy

Buzzard
Hangs motionless
While I circle below

Larksong
Is the morning's
Sparkle

Waning moon
Punctured
By city spires

 

Mad, bold day;
Even the lambs
Are sharpening their teeth

In an April puddle
A torn page
Entitled 'Summer'

The roaring of the wind
Balanced
By the roaring of the blossom