Rushing to my death

Down a cataract of days

At the speed of breath

Likely Epitaph (After Li Po)

Here lies John so drunk

He fell from his boat and drowned

Embracing the moon.

If you ford the stream,

I’ll follow the trail for a while.

We’ll both be home soon.

[A death poem written for an old friend.]

Time for departures,

This world more lonesome each year:

My mother has died.

One single thought through

Swift flight to a bad landing:

Stupid way to die.

Death’s the best koan

If rideing bikes won’t wake you

Then nothing will save you

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

A crystal Spring day:

Who died at Virginia Tech

While sun shone through wind?

16 April 2007