Thursday, May 16, 2013

Some Tornado Haiku


Some pretty bad storms in the area. I know at least 4 people were killed, and 14 are missing. In 1979, I was in the "most destructive tornado ever recorded in American history" and I can tell you there is a reason why that storm killed 43 people instead of 4. It was huge.



I was 12 years old. Our house was spared, but the damage zone was not very far away, and I think that event marked me in ways I don't think I can understand fully. We outran the storm on the highway, my father driving our 1978 Ford Thunderbird with my mother and one of her beauty shop customers, and her small child. My spirituality is a little odd, but after storms where folks die, I think a little haiku and birdsong are in order, even if they are a little mishapen. Storms are the terrible face of wabi-sabi, but make us aware of the derangements of arrangements in everything.



the storm has ended
in this damp morning mockingbirds
winds crisp turning funnel


pee ee olatri mulu
they cry the peace swiskur
 skiwur young oleander dripping


the daintiest red bird
alights outside my window
soon followed by dun friends


now dove and grackle
greet the owl one
lone song bird sings


black twisted strands
are a home for tiny feet
sneaks ink wire dna


mournful owl who
echoes in our alley
old hands patting clay


for your concert
my wet assed yukata
coffee steaming in a skull








old dog who loves the sirens
singing like a baggy bird
were you out there all night alone?