bush warbler -
I rest my hands
in the wooden sink
Chigetsu-Ni
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I heard the crow
At just gone six o’clock
In the morning
Was I awake or waking
Was I awakened or re-awakening
To that day on the lake
There is a gap, a crack
In that space we share
On the lake or elsewhere
It is a comfortable
Habitual place
Where my awareness readily resides
Not a bird singing
Nor a crow crowing
But silence, silence slowly asking