writing a haiku

i pause for inspiration - 

the rain finishes.

 hey! crazy drumbeats,

a syncopated rhythm.

hep-rat in the roof.

 plantains and clover,

the buttercups and daisies,

dog shit and dog ends.

 now! suddenly gone

the bird on the crooked branch

i never heard him

for ti'jean

in the cool tree shade,
enlightenment with flowers,
waiting like Buddha.

after the hailstorm,
woodsmoke in the rain-damp air:
a mistle thrush sings.

bread and wine in bag
composing churchyard haiku
Christ/Buddha meeting.