from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?


– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.


Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.


Roselle Angwin

Friday 6 January 2023

haiku for the new year 2023

 



Haiku for the New Year (2023)



meditation bell
cold cup of tea and my
hands pretending warmth

*

in the wet holly
single drop of rain takes light
ignites the whole tree

*

in this one raindrop
swim mist sunshine robin-song
the whole world inside

*

hair dripping, clothes soaked
I bring in flowering twigs –
quince, honeysuckle

*

distracted by dogs
mind skitters   thread lost again
have to start over

*

woodstove incense twigs
in a bowl – even these things
clutter my mind

*

in the Christmas tree
lights reflect the fire

heart in the wrong place

*

even poetry feels
redundant for this crisis –
the first time ever

*

the world passes by
rainstorms gales mist sunshine ice
solstice   new year   now

*

after the storm
the light steals back –
shy animal

*

this moment – trying
to grasp it is like clutching
at grasshoppers

*

if this moment
is not for living deeply
then what is it for?

*

who said: ‘if we can’t
find it here where can we find it?’
I say it again

*

knowing it is here
my friend and I sit quietly
hoping it might visit

(for Pat)



© Roselle Angwin, January 2023



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