The bamboo

takes three years

to grow after

the seeds are planted.


It takes more

than a day for

the intentions of the heart

to flourish.


All along

it has been growing.

Perhaps it is

just hidden in the weeds.


Winter Poem

Hold me

Frozen Water

Even when I stomp

You are deep and solid

Like magic

You are with white bubbles suspended

Within onyx

The smoke of a magic potion captured.


Your ice mirror reflects my soul

Deep cracks held together

By a Winter miracle.

Water molecules link in prayer

To the formless sky above.

In between this human wanders.


Deep below the fish are swimming.

I wonder if they hear my tread.