I've recently returned from Homer with 19 students, two co-teachers (Dick and Joe), some committed parent volunteers, and two poems.
Wabi Sabi Tanka
Living relic scraped
Its oft told myths on bark scrolls.
places exposed, ugly and
Whole disfigurement. Superb.
Less definite, less rigid, less certain, lest
We forget what love is and how to begin again.
At each tide, the sand concaves and convexes
into feathers too heavy for flight.
Sand shapes itself into mountain ranges,
River basins, and pools that vein new life into the sun.
I am beholden to the promise of a new day, a new wave.
I have stamped these sand shapes, here.
Loneliness is improbable as grains reverberate
You back to me, back to you, back to me.
The sand shapes then swirl into the belly of a wave.
I whisper, "You're sublime, everything is sublime."
Meekly reverential, I swell and the ocean takes residence
In my marrow, and I am sand shapes and weightless.