TC: Cold Spring--A Diary

1st day

Spring rain.
A tossed-out missive
blows. Who wrote it?
It starts to get dark.
Today also is over.
I go in.
Here’s the bathroom mirror.
Old owl!
Change your expression
in the spring rain
before it’s too late!

12th day Spring wind loosened her kimono from her legs. Nature no respecter of persons in the spring wind, has opened her shop. The spring wind blows through the balustrade.

15th day A sound from far away. Days of mist and haze. May well feel bored and listless. Wouldn’t really know a glowworm from a lantern floating on top of a boat through the dark spring haze.

19th day Today also, living in the haze — a large house under the redwoods, a lost man passing in the mists, many cars going by like boats. Faces without names, shrouded in a mist.

26th day A long day. My eyes are weary. O, the days that are no more. So glad they’re over. The cat drifts in sleep beneath the sound of the spring wind in the redwoods. The raccoons rumble on the roof.

27th day The morning expedition. Baby sparrow under the sink leaks little chirps. Mind in the way. Mr. Worm is coming.

30th day When I felt the spring rain falling on my head through the hole in the roof I went out into the garden knelt down shed stupid tears at the foot of the century tree smelled things under the ground turning to mulch then went back inside and listened to the distant sound of ocean waves pounding against the shore in the spring rain.