If I want to still my voice, might
I try haiku?
Well, I take photos as I hike round my hometown.
Will they do?
Why do I have to write poems
too?
A photo, like a haiku, is a found
thing made. So, to still my voice, I could try haiku.
What’s missing, then? Not point
of view—
the eye itself having a shoot-around
with the sky,
inscribing not a single word—
not even a blue graffiti tag on a traffic
sign. Can something be a haiku
and not be articulated
language? Who
says a poem must be uttered sound?
What might just do
could be nothing louder
than boot marks in the snow,
my own brown shoes
trudging in the field of my quiet haiku-
view. Anything will do.
