A Big Bouquet of Haiku for Joko Dave Haselwood

by Michael McClure

THE WING – FACE OF THE LITTLE
BROWN MOTH
looks up
desperately

MY
MOSS
HEAD
(tiny red
maple
leaves,
lichens)

makes
light

LOVELY ELONGATED LOPING
COYOTE
speeding
to the beach dunes

IN SUMMER SOLSTICE,
twilight shine,
robins pass
almost
touching
wings
WAVE BOOMS
BOOM
BOOM
on
sheer
cliff crumble.

Silver
ripples
float
kelp snakes

WET
BEACH ROCK
JEWELS
fall
apart
in
crash

SKINNY
SURF
GREBES
dive

REFINED AS A WILD
BLACKBERRY
I am
this
old face
and
HANDPRINT

WHITE CHRYSANTHEMUM,
RIPENING PERSIMMON
in
Winter
sun

DRESSED
in
SKIN
and
soul – making:
many
beings
on wave – wet
rocks

In sun,
ODD BROWN
sow bug people
H
I
D
E
OUT
in my tin mailbox

FEATHERED MEAT – BODIES
IN SPRING SUN
—the wild turkeys’ strut
is spirit!

BLACK PLASMA AND IMAGINATION
ARE THE RAVEN’S SOURCE.
Also mine!

I AM THE FIRELIGHT,
THE MIRROR.
In
between
are beach flies

HAIKU – LIKE
the dainty
dried
up
wild
rose
trembles

THIS TINY, CURLED
(GRAY – BLACK) PILL BUG
is
consciousness

THE NEARBY LEMON BLOSSOM
SCENT
wrestles
the
hummingbird’s mind