The Walk – Part V – Green Tea

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She had told him
there were sixty-five cherry trees
in the office park.
He was always amazed at this
jewel of a place set down
in the midst of
strip malls, box stores,
office buildings, gas stations.
Set apart, one road leading in
one road leading out.
It is as if the cherry trees,
the pond, the birds – all were
the purpose of this place
instead of the two tall office buildings.
She had told him
in the spring,
the trees would all burst
into clouds of pink and white –
the pond would reflect the blooms
just as the mirrored sides of the buildings
reflected the sky and cherry blossoms.
She had promised him.
She had pointed out
the different trees as she would
have introduced him to
her friends. It was silent today,
all offices closed.
He was lonely and this place
seemed like home to him.
A few minutes more.
She was working today
in spite of the holiday.
He looked up and there she was,
walking over the crest of the small
hill with a cloth bag in
her hand. Childlike,
he began to wave.
At the upper end of the pond,
under the five small bare cherry trees,
they stood.
Like a magician, she pulled two small
pads from the bag and motioned
for him to sit.
In silence, she spread a
bamboo mat and set out two pottery cups.
A small bowl, a small lacquered caddy,
tiny wooden spoon, bamboo whisk,
a thermos bottle,a small cloth.
In continued silence
she opened the caddy and added
bright green matcha to one
of the cups, poured steaming water into
the cup and softly began to
whisk the matcha and water into
a delicate foam. His breath caught as she placed the
cup in front of him and turned
it so he could see the dragonfly
painted on the cup.
She prepared tea for herself.
In silence they sat and sipped
the tea.
A few flakes of snow
began to fall.
He felt the warmth of the
tea in his body and in his soul.
He looked above him.
In his mind, he saw
the cherry blossoms.

copyright kanzensakura

copyright kanzensakura

16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Laura M Kaminski
    Jan 21, 2015 @ 15:27:56

    Thank you for posting this one. Much enjoyed.

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  2. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Jan 21, 2015 @ 16:41:21

    I like this separate world, the two friends occupy in the park. Even if there were many others present, their quiet, calm world would still exist–for just two. This is lovely, Kanzen. I especially like the elegance and precision of movement. ❤ ❤

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jan 22, 2015 @ 07:23:31

    A lovely walk. I particularly like how she had introduced the trees as friends.. very good.

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  4. Glenn Buttkus
    Jan 22, 2015 @ 17:35:18

    Kind of amazes me (nice long poem by the way) how we can put ourselves in a meditative state just by being in a green fringe area, block out the city noises, dip inside into the realm of peaceful silence; though not part of the dVerse prompt, this poem is striking, lovely, & so honest.

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    • kanzensakura
      Jan 22, 2015 @ 18:09:00

      Thank you. I didn’t realize I had put this on Mr. Linky. I am link challenged in the worst way! the one I have done for the prompt today, well…the link/url I copied and pasted doesn’t work. Thank you for your kind words about this poem. It is one of several of a series about these two friends.

      Reply

  5. Bryan Ens
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 13:36:07

    wow! part list poem, part story of romance, all beautiful.

    Reply

  6. Clowie
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 16:05:12

    I could imagine myself there. You make it sound so beautiful.

    Reply

  7. wolfsrosebud
    Jan 23, 2015 @ 16:39:08

    what a story… so glad he saw the blossoms

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    • kanzensakura
      Jan 23, 2015 @ 17:12:29

      Both were warmed and saw the blossoms. there’s three more in the series before this and some more to come….Thank you so much for liking.

      Sent from Windows Mail

      Reply

  8. SirenaTales
    Jan 29, 2015 @ 18:38:04

    tea ceremony
    butoh snowfall blossoming
    eternal friendship
    ~~
    Kanzen, I bow and offer my humble haiku to a master of the form in appreciation for this stunning piece. I realize I was holding my breath while reading—not wanting to disturb the hushed, elegant and dreamy beauty. While the pace of the scene may have been a bit faster in places than butoh (about which I am no expert), it cast the same mesmerizing spell…of spare beauty, deliberate and aware movement, human experience, and eternity. Brava, my friend. A gorgeous gem. xoxo

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    • kanzensakura
      Jan 29, 2015 @ 19:34:33

      Beautiful haiku, my friend. I have a few more to go in this series. I enjoy this poetic movie I am making about these two friends. Fukai kansha….as the Japanese say….very solemn words for deep gratitude.

      Reply

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