I’ve decided this
That lightning is a mere show
Who wrecks kids’ Ball games
Notice ii
Well, we’ll never!
Have the all
That others have
But when we truly look
We will ever
Have the so much more
Auto Pilot
Why do I
Go hours
Or days
Between checking in
With my me
When to me
It feels
So good
To connect
With my I
Mined
I ask for salvation
From your voice
That becomes me not
But has become my own
God must extend mercy
To me
For how the wrong hand
I mistook
Upon a Happily: A Haiku
You do not cower
And you believe in magic
For ever after
Red
From a far away spot
To the center of my heart
I know you’ll find your way
I bet you’ll be an alien
To all I’ve ever asked
Pretend, will you?
As I acclimate
To say that so much stardust
So far
Left me dazed
And more than underwhelmed
Would be the best
Truth
So far
Only Now
Just fly on us
The breath and the birds
Breath
Birds
The breath and the birds
Fly on us
Just
Lack: A Haiku
I am not pretty
When I sleep, or think, or breathe
Or you’d have been kind
Reclaimed Wood
Church bells rang out
At the oddest, before-midday hour
I wondered if it was Sunrise somewhere
As for my ears
Someone gave the order:
I should love myself
Songbirds provided white noise
The bluejay, a lone voice, as if to warn
Then
Momentary Silence
Giving me just enough time
To ponder
Before the banter began upstairs again
Love, bells, birds, cats,
Reclaimed Wood
Light at my bedside
All having their way with my head
Running about, making noise
As relatives do
Why the odd hour
Why the command
Why my fallacious thought
Someone was superior
At holding my heart
I needn’t take care to love me?
Cue the squirrel to my door
But So
Blond BMX brat
I wrote him a mystery
The first boy I went crazy for
I don’t know what for
Day after day did I watch
From my window
My letter in his hands
I wonder what I said
Perhaps it was just my gesture
Each day he pedaled faster
I heard him finally take a guess
He had hope in his voice, or disbelief