This Haiku: We Share Space

And should our knees crash
-for I’m prone to clumsiness-
we’ll not miss a beat.

This Haiku: How We Are Healed

Earth, give your mandate
Tell me more and I will hear
“Give. Give. Give. Receive.”

i ask Him to take
the fire, the rain, far away
from me…just for now

If you do not yet
Believe in you
Believe in the Sky
And the Others who
Believe in you

god opened The box.
he bid me, “Look inside.” Joy.
I love his puzzle.

Frequently Afire
Usually Kryptonite
Always Close At Hand

Art Credit: Wind Leaves, Ned Kahn,
Located outside Discovery World Museum, Milwaukee, WI

Is a heartbeat prose?
Or a sigh a syllable?
A kiss a poem?

Dancing on the Sun.
Casting cosmic shadows. Look
-two hands holding fast.

The quiet water
calls my fin. There is moonlight.
Click. Click. Are you in?

Earth’s bounty
Teaches me
How to be
Here. Present.
If I’m not
Here. Present.
I would miss
Earth’s bounty
Teaching me
How to be