Friday, April 13, 2012

Kluane Mun Haiku

KLUANE LAKE, YUKON 
June 17, 1997


Reading Basho--
look at the banana,
but don't peel it.

                    Like my son,
                    I read three poems
                    and start writing--
                    sorry, Basho.

Fireweed
skirts the highway
to Destruction Bay.

Fox crosses highway,
trots through fireweed--
Farewell, stranger.

All night
in the camper,
sound of wind and lake waves.

Lighting a cigarette
from a campfire twig,
loving life that much.

Chewing my lip,
I gaze at mountains
in the lake.

                        Below snow streaked mountains,
                        two loons on Kluane Lake--
                        sound of wings.

                                                   Okay, you nosy gnats,
                                                   while Dingo swims,
                                                   I dream.

Ground squirrels
sit at their holes,
lecture my dogs.

Quite by mistake,
a gnat
pressed between pages.

Awakening to sound of rain,
we rolled,
pulled covers over our heads.

Neither robin, squirrel
nor insect--
only the rain speaks today.

Even the gnats are inside
staying dry--
I wonder where?

Closing the book,
this rain,
will it ever end?

Standing in the rain,
looking at my breath--
June in the Yukon.

Steam rises from urine;
I apologize
to fern, moss and prickley rose.

Two robins speak
from spruce top:
No more rain today.




CHILKOOT LAKE, HAINES, ALASKA
(a few days later)



Bear approaches,
I raise my arms, "Whoa!"
It turns away.

Campfire smoke
through forest sun rays--
a fish jumps.

The great eagle
carries off
a tiny duckling.

sound of waterfalls
a fish jumps
sound of waterfalls

The cub tips my canoe
with a loud "Splash!"
life jackets float away.

Air horn in one pocket,
pepper spray in the other,
I read about renga by the campfire...
Did you hear that?






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