When I have nothing to write …

(1)

Finally, we can
open the windows and sleep
to the sounds of night.

(2)

When I have nothing
to write, I tell myself to
look more carefully.

(3)

The dog on the porch,
its head on its paws, watches
me without interest.

(4)

Before the rice grows,
the fields are flooded, and the
land mirrors the sky.

(5)

Grandma used to ask
strange things like, What sound do men
make in the kitchen?

(6)

Alone in a park,
I must pour my own sake,
as the sky brightens.

(7)

The smell of lilacs
in the air, and suddenly
I’m transported back.

As always, thanks for reading.
All feedback, thoughts, suggestions, criticisms, etc. are welcomed.