There it rests <br />next to my PC <br />as I sit and drink; <br />green tea: <br /> <br />Beautifully formed <br />(that's easy to see) <br />not quite a heart shape, <br />too narrow for that, <br />not perfect in form <br />but with more <br />Wabi-Sabi than <br />you could shake <br />a stick at: <br /> <br />Plainly made <br />with the greatest care <br />there it sits, <br />and here; <br />I'm there: <br /> <br />Its colour white <br />without any glare, <br />paper thin, <br />tissue like, <br />pastel shades of veins <br />just feint shadows along <br />its cup shaped plane: <br /> <br />A single cherry blossom <br />petal <br />that floated on the air <br />like a buoyant drifting <br />vessel: <br /> <br />And then a thought <br />of remorse <br />creeps up, <br />with silent melancholy <br />and overshadows <br />my new glazed glee: <br /> <br />Just think of what <br />might have been written <br />if that whole <br />blossoming tree <br />had crashed <br />through these walls <br />which now <br />encase me: <br /> <br />And what about <br />my Hagi Yaki cup <br />would it be any better <br />if it was full up.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/japanese-transcendence/
