if the moon were blue
what shade would it be
and were the sky pink
what would we think
but if each moment’s riches
made up our knee deep bog
somewhere deep inside
we must know who we’d be
A. H / K. H-H (11th May 2020)
Tag: Zen
half of an amateur meditation tanka
sometimes notice it —
this, that, the other that’s there
and with that enter —
this pen, that book, the light’s gesture . . .
A. H / K. H-H (20th April 2020)
I Fished For A Word
i fished for a word
to set my world in order
stopped still, heard water
(c) A. H / K. H (-H) (April 2018)
Untitled VIII (’19)
is it dangerous to climb mountains
for the view?
sad to lose what can’t be held
as we descend
do true mountaineers just climb
for climbing
see what’s to be seen
keep going
A. H / K. H-H (18 March 2019)
a blind catch in the sun 