Holding the water,
held by it—
the dark mud
William J. Higginson
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At Forest Row
Or as a boy, in Birdsedge
To dam a stream
Or to photograph a lotus pond
Play, in both aspects
Brings a smile
A sense of purpose
Whereas before
For a short while
There was absence, boredom
Senseless days, wasted days
Broken free
By our plunging of the shutter
Or our moulding of the mud
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan