My Zen Backyard

a sample poem here :

W ith me today

  without me tomorrow

  presently

  returning

  gradually

  the Visitor

  invited

  easily scared away

  has soft shoes

  and is walking quietly

  please do not be shy

  quietly now

  almost don’t breathe

  she maybe holds a fan before her face

  complex beauty

  and then she sits down at your table

and spreads her fingers wide

  a perfect span

  as moisture forms around them

  and this is how she gives of her elixir

  What is her name?