Haiku Sextet #1

I, though midsummer
 chose anyway your spring song
knowing it was wrong.

For other love bound
 the hand I placed in mine, and
to it I was blind.

To   a walled garden
 we broke out. Once, once only
and called it escape.

But my coat outlived
 us. And they don’t even make
Them like they used to.

Lovely-haired mantis
 you promised haven I was
lucky to survive.

Still this old wound, rough
 I’m sad to see puckered up
you once tickled me there.


I wish that these words
were emeralds

I wish that these words
were emeralds
not penned between points
en route to Delhi but

camel carried from broken lands
to Istanbul
where your wailing

song beats
the cool white brick

the warm blue tile.

That Bosporus saline etch
where East and West mingle
take myrrh and sprinkle it, let
flaccid sails unfurl

thrum taut; groaning
embrace the salted gulf
between us

your many-dreamed return
on worrying wind

from Istanbul.


Mantra #1

Sing me, pain
your sweet ache
breathes a turning softness
into lossful love

sing me, loss
endless end of all
your edgewise pulse
keen blade of breath

sing me, song
cloth’s connecting thread
your little death
inflicts love and life

“I am” is the mantra of Consciousness.
I sing and I am song, I am Sung.
I love and I am love, I am Loved.
I am and I am that, I am One.