Japanese Transcendence Poem by David Taylor

There it rests
next to my PC
as I sit and drink;
green tea:

Beautifully formed
(that's easy to see)
not quite a heart shape,
too narrow for that,
not perfect in form
but with more
Wabi-Sabi than
you could shake
a stick at:

Plainly made
with the greatest care
there it sits,
and here;
I'm there:

Its colour white
without any glare,
paper thin,
tissue like,
pastel shades of veins
just feint shadows along
its cup shaped plane:

A single cherry blossom
petal
that floated on the air
like a buoyant drifting
vessel:

And then a thought
of remorse
creeps up,
with silent melancholy
and overshadows
my new glazed glee:

Just think of what
might have been written
if that whole
blossoming tree
had crashed
through these walls
which now
encase me:

And what about
my Hagi Yaki cup
would it be any better
if it was full up.