Sublime

She would have liked a lotus, or China asters or the Japanese Iris, or meadow lilies—yes, she would have liked meadow lilies, because the very word meadow made her breathe more deeply, and either fling her arms or want to fling her arms, depending on who was by, rapturously up to whatever was watching in the sky. But dandelions were what she

sick on my journey ,

my dreams go wandering

on this withered field

Matsuo Basho, Death Haiku, 1694