for Moya III

Moya’s funeral left many of us with uncountable memories. Interestingly for me, the end, when her casket was placed into the car, and the gentlest of rains began to fall, was remarkable. Moya was a gentle, and a sharing woman. I connected the event this way:

she held back the rain

until her funeral finished;

to the end, putting others first

.

寒の雨棺発つより降りそめぬ
(kan no ame/hitsugi tatsu-yori/furi-somenu, Jap. trans. by Hisashi Miyazaki)

Hailstorm

Poem by Kay Ryan, America's new poet laureate.

Like a storm
of hornets, the
little white planets
layer and relayer
as they whip around
in their high orbits,
getting more and
more dense before
they crash against
our crust. A maelstrom
of ferocious little
fists and punches,
so hard to believe
once it’s past.

Arm in arm

Arm in arm

Head to palm

Eyes and mouths …

And life!

Congratulations to Hailstone Valerie Matsumoto and husband Montz on the birth of their son, Yoshiya, in South Australia.

Messages to Valerie, through comments button, please! 日本語も O.K.です。

Another Icebox

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

     William Carlos Williams