Still Don’t Know a Thing…
I didn’t watch Gilligan’s Island
But I read Basho
The suicide kid in a psych ward
Read “The Narrow Road to the Deep North”
“Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.”
Outside the hospital
When the new grass came
His heart few up like a starling
And he read: “There is nothing you can see
That is not a flower;
There is nothing you can think
That is not the moon.”
Even now after fifty years
Not knowing the name of a tree
I know its sweet scent
And the bird flower moon
Of breath
“Hidden and unknown
Like the new moon
I will live my life”
Planet of the Blind 