We ache, don’t weRoad Trip: A Haiku
If given the chance
I’ll simply, truly love you
You, conceived in love
Ineffectual
Oh guardian
Self-appointed and thus, the lower-case “g”
Continue to move freely about this space you supposedly shepherd
And vie, with all the other dogs
I will not fear you and where you may take me
What you might say or whether it offends the offenders
I only know that this is a golden year
And I, a golden girl in the making now, must embrace it
Vortex
A beautiful jigsaw of a puzzle
Jagged
So Puzzling
Most diligently contemplated
Crafted
Then Completed
Thrown to the air as confetti
Despite
In spite
I, now called to intentionality
Investigate
And restore
Eighteen: A Haiku
A half world away
I delight to see you grow
For we’ve roots and wings
Prospector
I am never going to tell.
I’ll talk circles around them when they inquire and railroad them as they pry. I’ll question their questioning, “Isn’t it obvious?” I’ll ask.
And should they speculate, I’ll lead them on, Westward, with the same come-hither look in my eyes that you gave me.
You taught me what I’ll teach them: Find the glory…find you’re gold.
Untouched
So much talk and so many voices
Weighing down and weighing in
But still unanswered to my mind
How many light years and lifetimes
Given how alike and unlike our hearts
Are you from touching me
Music first of all
Where is the what
