my family is black and white
but in the spring, when I'm drunk on kombuchas
they look native American
... it still counts! - ekodan

even snow has a warm dream

they never lose their form...
tiny crystals sing
scary and cold
but my hearts mind
makes them soft (warm dreams)

- ekodan


certainty

haiku spiral
so many moments
like rice-leaves
my father tosses
while yarrow inside tree branches
form the faces of happy ancestors

- ekodan (the ancients are the certain ones)



no one saw it but me

a beautiful poem
falls like an egg from a nest
as I put it back
guiltily I wonder 'will I receive credit?'

- ekodan


the hearth- luck

morning cold
futile complaints
the coming fog,
gaia lives

- ekodan