Basho considered haiku as “another vehicle for entering the True Way” (Sato, Road 22). The metaxu is such a way, opening to every source that transcends it.
I wonder why I’m
happy folding clothes and scrub-
bing the tub. My bo-
dy hums along while
my mind is vacant. I pay
attention to wrin-
kles and yellow spots
on porcelain. Perfection
I save for my verse.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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