Tanka
1
The summer fireflies
The image-field of this poem
By standing water
Light breaking all around me
Into a million pieces
2
Green lamps of summer
Deep, undisturbed reverie
So I follow them
Pockmarks in the dark
These holy dashes of light
3
Stock still in starbreath
Air soft, the flightless females
My unlit body
The mind going where it goes
Though the eye will pluck and close