Four Tanka
autumn
comes with a price…
the world caves in on itself,
yet at the river's edge
a heron lifts in flight
nothing to be afraid of
even when the night changes —
broken
coming and going, I climb
the ruins of my life
tumbling
through winter
she knew she didn't fit...
a doll's life trapped
inside a young man’s body
there's nothing here
but speech, words we fill
the dark with—
hoping for a rescue party
knotted in the lines
You were Born in Winter
you brought
the murmur of a memory
and little feet
as small as a snowflake
in January
how will life be
when it unfolds in your hands,
a fish squirming
to return to water,
or a ship ready to sail?
Bionote:
Sergio A. Ortiz is the founding editor of Undertow Tanka Review. He is a two time Pushcart nominee, a four time Best of the Web nominee, and a 2016 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have been published in hundreds Journals and Anthologies. He is currently working on his first full length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard .
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