Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 1, Number 1. May 2018. ISSN: 2581-7094
River Haiku for
Teesta
finally –
sky and river
the same shade
hands
down his pants
he
walks by the river
thinking about politics –
the brown river
smoothly
across
the water –
the
plastic duck
full moon rises –
the horizon disappears
(Uki, New South Wales, Australia, April
1, 2017)
dirt everywhere, no electricity,
no mobile phone reception, and no
clean water.
roads with large chunks missing,
trees
and signs lying down.
a distinct lack of birds, but
louder frogs,
strangers talking to each other.
already there are piles of rubbish
roughly stacked,
and your eternal, aphoristic,
internal critic reciting
‘be on, if
you want to
be beyond.’
the chill of the rain disabuses one
still
human of any further sitting
so it lifts
itself and steps
over
puddles as if an ordinary
dancer, taking care not to space
out or forget to hold its
spine straight & umbrella
overhead
water’s so wet
but the bridge is not underwater yet