Ici-go, Ichi-e

Hands pull together in prayer, 
foreheads bow to the abyss.
I wave hello to a familiar monster, 
at the bottom of the garden.

If only you you could take things a little less seriously, 
She said, like the way your thighs rub together.
Or your relationship with the coffee grains soiling the sink,
This is surely not that hard?

So I sat bravely where the bees could see me,
Dipping their heads into pools of fushia pollen.
Bowing my head in mourning, 
for all the accidental greenfly deaths

I have caused so many.