is it too late now

realising who i was

i see who i am

 Dupuytren’s 

unable to wring my hands

at my misfortune 

crack

black sky
silver sea 

 waiting room

the fly that landed on my knee

gets seen first

 this universe thingy

internalising the concept

that there is no outside 

 october

the leaf is a mouse

the mouse is a leaf

 there is a haiku

it is sitting over there

i am over here 

why is it sitting over there

why am I sitting over here

 breakfast girl

pointing out the garden

with a spoon

 hay days are over

stirring in the amber runes 

autumn

a rain squall

loosing count of the leaves

falling falling 

 i came i asked

what is the temple’s fortune

it remained silent

 wind

through the cosmos 

why the rush

 a bird lands

as another petal falls

a butterfly flies