Crossposted to The Clade

The bottle is the message
the river sends to the sea:


Since the leaves came out,
the tree’s shadow no longer
resembles a tree.


Sunrise catches
a rabbit in the tall grass,
the veins in its ears.


A second set of lines
in the palm I rested on:
more leaves in my future.


Bobbing in the wind,
the moccasin flower’s
red-threaded net.


Seventeen times sadder
than fallen cherry blossoms:
cicada wings.


Under the bark,
that locust log was wearing
white fishnet hose.


Tree-shaped print
in the sand where the tide went out —
its shining trunk.

Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

15 Replies to “Ramifications”

    1. Thanks, Dale! I was unsure how many people would know what I mean by fishnet hose, and I realize metaphors like that kind of disqualify something from being a real haiku, but I couldn’t think of a better way to describe fungal mycelia.

    1. Thanks, Clive. Seeing that rabbit’s ears yesterday morning touched the whole sequence off. But yes, rabbits are one reason why I never got too serious about gardening here (though woodchucks and deer were always the bigger threats).

    1. Thanks. You’re doing better than me — by the time I came back with a camera, that rabbit was nowhere to be found. So I had to write a haiku instead.

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