Friday poem, Kora Rumiko

Because I am feeling a lot of not-quite-yet-ness, a kind of stirring anticipation for the school year ahead and for something as of yet unnamable. And because it's just a beautiful beautiful poem, and I wanted something pretty for the initiation of the new template. I think the two somehow work together.

Tree

Within a tree
another tree that is not yet,
and now the upper branches shift in the wind.

Within the blue sky
another blue sky that is not yet,
and now the horizon is rent by a bird in flight.

Within a body
another body that is not yet,
and now the shrine gathers blood.

Within a road
another road that is not yet,
and now that space is shaken by my destination.

--Kora Rumiko