The world shows me how
small minded I am. Typhoon
Hagabis, 100-
miles-an-hour winds strikes
Japan. Can I hold that in
my mind? One minute?
Yet I am asked to
avoid metaphysics. Like
the idea of beauty.
It too blows my mind—-
not the idea only the thing
of it. Turning the
corner towards the
setting sun the bay shimmers
as within my reach.
I think of Thom Gunn
testing his limits in love—-
the unborn haiku.