to hold hands with the sound of the ocean, ink on paper, Michelle Tennison
Writing haiku is its own kind of question -– a request, a desire for union and a merging, — entered into through the mind and the heart. What is it to be you, sky? goldfinch?
Can we hold hands with the unseen realms?
On a clothesline between stars worn out jeans
Question Michelle Tennison, Answer Dietmar Tauchner (2017)