Tableau for A Prosodist

“Only the fish who leaps
sees the moon on the water”
The Oracle – Sam Hamill

It's hard to place you
even as tableau
never having known
that voice, that old man
a white crag, etching
clear lines in water.

Beatnik dipped in ink
shipped East cut a path
nimble as Bashō
peace in poetry
your heart's ease - stoppered
after one Spring rain.

The name rumbles on
in Cascadia*
no rhymes, no regrets.
Sakura poems
drift across the pond
blow through my window.