Himeji Garden

There is little sign of death as

I wander slowly

round the Himeji garden

walking each time

a different way

and it reveals itself

anew

There is little sign of death

all, I suppose, carefully removed

by the happy man

who I met once

first thing in the morning

sometimes shoving

sometimes pushing

always trimming

and tweaking

what is already

well trimmed and tweaked

there is little sign of death

who rakes the garden of the universe?

it seems too careful for this brash bloke

who removes the death

even when it rains

and circle upon circle

is pitted with droplets

it is soon re-raked

so that the universe

is still serene.

there is little sign of death