The Leap Into the Void

I leapt into the Void,
Figuratively, like Yves Klein.
But literally, figuratively,
What does it matter?
The Void
Is still
The Void.

So, OK, it's not a haiku. But I read today a review of a retrospective on the work of the French conceptual artist Yves Klein (at the Hirschorn, in DC, this summer) (review here), and I was reminded of this photograph and of the poem I wrote about it in March 1998. And it's my blog, so I can break my own rules...

26 May 2010

Midnight. Trains passing.
The night still too hot to sleep.
And so I read blogs.

26 May 2010

24 May 2010

The pavement shimmers.
A mirage floating above
Softening asphalt.

24 May 2010

13 May 2010 (2)

The rain has ended.
The air is still. 2 A.M.
But I'm still awake.

13 May 2010 (2)

13 May 2010

Lightning and thunder
Roll ceaselessly through the night,
Keeping me awake

13 May 2010

7 May 2010

Suddenly--dark skies,
The wind beginning to blow.
A storm approaching.

7 May 2010

4 May 2010

From the distant past,
Every year on this day,
I remember death.

4 May 2010

3 May 2010

Today...hours watching.
Unable to leave, turn away.
Just waiting, watching.

3 May 2010

2 May 2010

After last night's storms,
The ducks paddle placidly
In the drainage ditch.

2 May 2010

1 May 2010

Outside, in the field,
A thousand flowers in bloom.
First morning in May.

1 May 2010

(Now, I grant you that most of them are really weeds...but, still, a nice Maoist poem on May Day seems appropriate.)