are you going to make it?

We are like roses that have never bothered to

bloom when we should have bloomed and

it is as if

the sun has become disgusted with

waiting 

Charles Bukowski

half light and dusk

[Photograph: T. Estacaan, "Half Light" May 2013]

“Although

the cricket’s song

has no words,

still,

it sounds like sorrow.”

— Ono no Komachi, in The Ink Dark Moon, translated by Jane Hirshfield