NOTE: I wrote this poem when I was beginning to learn kanji.
Today I had an orange with my coffee
and I learned that three vertical lines –
the middle one slightly longer –
united at the bottom by a horizontal
make up a mountain.
And so I got the idea
to arrange the orange seeds
on the table in front of me
in shapes of constellations.
Two stick legs
make up a person
(Is that all there is to a person?)
but if you add a drop on each side
then you get fire.
Before I leave,
I’ll have to clear these stars off the table
and throw them in the bin.
But since the thought of stars in the bin
makes me sad
I’m lingering here just a little longer.