This time of predictions and resolutions.
Year’s end reflection back, and looking forward.
That river of time, downstream as distant
and unclear as upstream, and before me
passing before I knew it was here.
Water – shallow and muddy – like the present
moment. Then clear and deeper – the past,
but not so long ago. Further back,
clear and so deep, clear no longer
applies. Thick glass. Opaque memory. Droplet moments.
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You look for a sign, and then,
finding it, you find nothing. No directions.
No answer to where you are now,
or to what lies ahead. No warnings.
A present and future that are blank.
Reading Lady Murasaki Shikibu’s The Tale of Genji –
1000 years old with its 400 tanka.
Like the western sonnet, the tanka turns,
from the pivotal image to personal response.
The past floats up to the present.