Awake?
if awake, joy
in the waking hour
in the wee waking hour
stretch stretch
iron pot and bamboo whisk
morning tea
hyacinths and biscuits
breakfast fare
2.
Walking
the ash
slat boardwalk
welcomes me
nodding to passersby
we know our way
unlock the iron gate
the shop is mine alone
soon customers arrive
my crescent smile
3.
Ending
a moon
sliver
at the edge of twilight
appears against the tender blue
of early night.
how weak is the light
and my promise not to miss him
if I had been capable of a song
I would have sung it
4.
Longing
the orchid I
brought home
from the street stall last week
has turned a dismal hue
standing alone
night is a monotonous period
when only one cricket crickets
and not one cares for me
tonight tonight