Four Haikus and a Tanka

Four Haikus and a Tanka

Wild canyon wind, clawing

leaps from mountains to stars—

my night puma prowls!

Bats leave at dusk

to catch ideas night-flying—

cave-mind waits.

Paint is blood

flowing in the life-stream of the arm—

transfusion of love.

Red sun rising

predicts bloodied storms

of day

My dark sleep wraps the moon.

I rode the dolphin

back beneath time’s tide-wave

to a green, star-filled

phosphorescent sea—before

Mankind’s driftnet strangled hope.