To Heidi, My First Dog

The haiku of my mind
of course has no beginning
nor an end
because they don’t exist
with that out of the way
it begins (or doesn’t)
oh, here comes
POW

ha ha
said the student to the teacher
come hit this water gong

and so it goes
everything is a weighty word
when it comes to meaning

but like any superlative
this one’s full of shit

now is created over and over
ever and ever

warmth is balanced by cold
gladness by sadness
eyes open by eyes shut
so to speak

because everything has to happen 
in an instant
and the space between instances
can only be seen by you
(where everything exists)
until you realize space = instance
so nothing is real

I am the cherry blossom
that withers and dies
the sight of beauty
withheld in pictures 
for those who do not seek

I asked my wife if she knows Alan Watts
oh yes
she said
and I screamed

(she might have done the same
had the introduction been switched)

but my gravelly weathered thoughts
find some accord
among the echoing universe

no wonder those things
that wish to be me
i also wish to be