I woke up from the most amazing dream. I was driving a strange contraption through the sky saving some people and their things. I remember telling myself, you will be okay if you don’t look down. I started to look down a couple of times but would immediately raise my chin up. Below me, things were crashing and piling up. I took a round trip, and then everything settled down. At the end, some ladies were thanking me, but an old man said that what I saw never happened.
waking up to a smile
in an unknown land
my memory returns
This dream reminds me of Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind — Studio Ghibli
inner child
all nature beckons
me outside
Carmen Sterba’s haiku, art by Jun Kumaori titled “Todomi.”
every morning
as the blinds go up
my eyes search
for your quietude of presence
you alone glance back
Haiku by Carmen Sterba, Photo by Lyle Russell
Painting by Japanese woodblock artist Koson Ohara
a sniff of water
the intuition of animals
in the wild
to replenish their needs
no matter how far away
Tanka/Waka by Carmen Sterba
Pacific Northwest American Poet Carmen Sterba, who has lived 32 years in Japan, shares her haiku, tanka, sijo, photograpy and articles along with woodblock prints.
