Postcards from the Other Side of the Table
(Japanese Garden)
[Front]
A pond no larger than your concept
of heaven. The shadowy-orange shapes
of koi.
A tree so small and sculpted
it's someone's child. And stones.
Always stones near the water. And light,
with all its blinding accusations.
[Back]
There are too many answers.
None of them completely right.
If there were one I could catch
in my mouth, it would be winter,
the whole garden transcribed in white.
Only the braille of our bodies
to translate.



