New Year’s morning—everything is in blossom!I feel about average.
A huge frog and Istaring at each other,neither of us moves.
This moth saw brightnessin a woman’s chamber—burned to a crisp.
Asked how old he wasthe boy in the new kimonostretched out all five fingers.
Blossoms at night,like peoplemoved by music
Napped half the day;no onepunished me!
From now on,It’s all clear profit,every sky.
Don’t worry, spiders,I keep housecasually.
These sea slugs,they just don’t seemJapanese.
Bright autumn moon;pond snails cryingin the saucepan.
from: Field Guide. Copyright 1973.