Basho's Nature

Basho lets nature
be metaphor for itself
and for him as well

On what feels so near
I'm reflecting from afar
the way Basho walked

There is a wild grace
in leisurely pace that looks 
all about as it goes

Tiny lines make place
for what is too large to say
only right to show

A grain of rice stands
For the water where it grew
Sky reflected in

Basho is reborn
in how I cultivate him
in pond of my mind