To Mountain Top

a dream
in and out of consciousness
pink azaleas

mountain reservoir
I breathe in
a bit of sunset

ancient temple
newlyweds pray
to Parijaat tree

filling the void
she writes and writes

broken hearted
the depth inside
a blooming tulip

soaring hawk
I follow the way
to mountain top



n. a beginning; origin

An appropriate word for New Year’s Day
As I write for the first time
Upon my old Japanese desk
The resolution of writing more I made to myself

The trickle of a fountain
Settles into my ears
The birds call out to one another;
Perhaps they have their own resolutions
Hidden in their melodies

A passing butterfly lands on my palm
Browns, oranges, and blues fill my eyes
I smile, lost in its iridescent shimmer.

Then a sudden child’s cry causes me to rise
Wondering if it’s my own napping daughter; waking to bird song
Or the shimmer of butterfly wings.

Siting back down I look to my miniature zen garden
pulling the little shovel through sparkly grit-
stay focused
keep writing
A new beginning…

a trickle of fountain
I settle
into treetops