This evening I am grateful for a little bookstore in Sebastopol that sells "Tools for Spiritual Living" called Many Rivers Books and Tea. I buy tea there as well as many books. What's most special is their Thursday night talks.
Tonight the store featured a reading by poet Jim Wilson. He read poems for more than an hour. Those who were lucky enough to be there enjoyed many shimmering moments of wonder and delight.
I bought his collection of poems called Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. Here are 6 tanka poems from this collection:
"Will you forgive me?"
That's all that he requested.
But she had moved on.
A new experience loomed.
She will leave him to his doom.
You don't understand.
How can I make this clearer?
Can you disappear
And not look back, don't check in
Or call me "for old time's sake"?
Love is a strange thing.
At first it offers us wings
And then it clips them.
What follows is the sharp sting
That only love's absence brings.
After a Reconciliation
I had no idea
That love would demand so much;
It's not just a touch
But an abiding presence
That once found, never leaves us.
Standing on this bluff,
Gazing past the conifers,
To sunset streaked clouds
I number the days gone by
Since we last saw each other.
I held your pale hand
Through the months of your fading
I heard your last breath.
On this anniversary
I sense your presence and love.