Saturday, August 18, 2012

Nets catch slipping worlds
how hard to explain it now—

there were Goddesses,

our grandmothers, casting nets,
singing earth under guiding stars

...following the prints
of dancing cranes, ecstatic

shamans wrote down

the words from letters, power
gifts of the indwelling soul.

find life in the rock,
follow the trail forever

it will slip away

nets can never hold it fast
impossible to hold down

3 tanka


  1. does it not seem the words are for holding the spaces that the definition resides beside? always beside. never truly nameable.



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