contremineur:

Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea
the water disappears into itself,
hauling an ocean in.

Vortex, how you repeat
a single gesture,
come round to find only

yourself, a cup full of questions,
perhaps some curl of wisdom,
a bit of flung salt.

You hold an absence
at your centre,
as if it were a life.

Richard Brostoff, Grief

from here – thank you, poem-locker (going under since December 2015)

Mori Yuzan, from Hamonshu (1903)