Linked Sijo by Larry Gross and Elizabeth St Jacques
COMING AND GOING
A lone stallion stands fetlock high in the hilltop's green meadow;
He tosses a quick forelock when diesels blare on the highway;
I lower my head knowing I'll soon be going where they go. (lcg)
I dive into the place of dreams where friendly light awaits:
My friendly fish with its curved smile invites me into moonlit waves.
When I awake, my eyes are sheathed with sparkling silver scales. (esj)
When I touched her hand she drew back, tho her eyes had brought me there;
the words our bodies whispered -- flushed our faces white then red --
Two cold rocks rubbed together send sparks flying from fire inside. (lcg)
That moment when the moon explodes, when stars flash mauve and emerald green;
words escape and rush on through, and every one is bright and new.
Oh, when a poem writes itself: pure bliss, pure joy, heavenly! (esj)
Astronomers call it conjunction: Venus approaching Mars,
the illusion of closeness a matter of relative space.
Just so, orbiting man and woman seem sometimes to agree. (lcg)
The awe of soft and glowing light draws me into it each time --
the doe's smooth eye, the dawnlit pond, and evening sun in creamy cloud.
To flickering stars -- a net flung wide, my ancient waiting home. (esj)
. . . published first in Sijo West #1, April 1995