Distant clouds, trees deep into mist,
autumn bathed in a river’s clarity.
Where is she tonight, so beautiful?
Moonlight floods the mountaintops.
translated by David Hinton
Month: July 2014
the cat at home
the cat wanders
from room to room
intrigued
by the many windows
all with screens
that he now
stares pensively out
he has readily adjusted
to his new home
completely forgetting
the past
as only cats can
sifting through chaos
sifting through the chaos
left by those
who never cared
about the consequences
of how they handled
your life
where oh where
will it end
when oh when
will I find
the pieces I need
replay
back in the sixties
and my Honda
this red scooter
transported me
zipping along
wind in the hair
though no longer shoulder length
the feeling the same
a kid again
the winds
they say
it’s not normal
the winds here
in Izmir
this time of year
but they blow
trees bend sway
branches shiver
apples fall to the ground
outside
and I find
a heaviness I felt
before
being blown away
on the wind
over the hills
to the sea
beyond
the future
like always
will be here
sooner than expected
just when
I was finally
getting used to
the past
ain’t that
a kick
in the head
expectations
say it isn’t so
because if it is
I will have to
rearrange
all my expectations
for tomorrow
fool that I am: for L
a voice
not my own
but suspiciously like yours
keeps waking me
at all hours
depriving me of sleep
whispering things
I haven’t heard
in many years
and fool that I am
I believe
and don’t believe
every single word
Leonard Durso 