The Other End Of My Mat

I pictured you in warrior paint
Your bright eyes shining through
Believing in me

This Haiku: While Recharging

Blended. Into One.
Effortless. They need not reach.
Nothing. Lest they touch.

at Lake Michigan; Milwaukee, WI

There they go again
Talking on and on and on
Fire and oxygen

I know how you like
To play with words -mix meanings
Throw prose to the wind

You know how I like
To play with toys -blocks, hard balls
Throw them sometimes too

We won’t endeavor
To play with shapes -hearts, diamonds
And I’ll hold my toys

Each and every time
I set sail and feel the sun
I’ll think of the moon

She grants gravity
Yields what you don’t know to ask
Guides when you won’t see

The lots of Littles
Loved but left out
Of forever for now

Why when we’ve
Full hearts
Empty arms

There’s no place at all
For anything but that which
Will not disappoint.

At the threshold
I watch you look
The way you look
Quiets me

You taught me to breathe
To see truth and what’s good there
And ask her for tea