Bamboo forests, node by node
Growing, pushing upward
Bearing the weight
Under which we stroll, oblivious
To the centuries that have passed below
Such a soft green canopy

Illusory, iridescent blue
Butterfly, weaving, passing through
Leading us on a pilgrimage
The deep great haven
Sanctuary

Renovation
Restoration of the old
Unnoticed
Minor ripple in the pond
Beside orange, white, red carp
Generations old, ignorant
Of here today
When always has been now

Monday afternoon

– MH Clay © 2002