You shiny ghosts
Your invisible fists
Your howling silence
Faded
Forgiven
Your absence
In the attic
Is a most welcome presence
“Hither.”
draw
out
every
drop
of you
from
inside
that
machine
i will
Adoration: A Haiku
When they’re done with you
When they’ve peeled themselves away
Find my hand again
Attendance
There Is much to care about
She decided softly, coming out of the sleep, hoping it’d be sun-filled today
No One can tell you you can’t
Too old to pretend there isn’t a timekeeper ticking, tsk-ing, somewhere
At all the actual missed, like yesterday’s newest flowers or the tea together
And the perpetual wish to cook something with saffron
The absence, the questions, the thoughts, the things she needs help with
Those photos for example
Scorpions
They sing songs
Truths they want from her hips
Lies that come from their lips
Still she plays them
His Rib
How many notice
How fewer know
Who comprehends
I
May I: A Haiku
May I wake you up
Whispering straight from my dream
I’ve an energy
Pearl: A Haiku
Her teacher told her
This has not to do with you
It is the world’s way
Matter
What you know is there, there is
You sixth-sense the far rumble from many-a-mileWith barometer’s grace, you notice the change
In the air, in your knees, in the bees
An ambery atmosphere resonates nowAs it all becomes new, what you thought you knew
Turns a corner and trouble you findWant turns to need and then back again
The dance in the walk of your days spins, then stumbles
Love lives deep and cannot tell whyThe quiet speech inks the world and your skin
This means everything -beyond that, nothing
Can Dream
I want at eighty
Aged fingers aching, you ask from your dustless desk
That I sit on your lap
“Come here my dear,” your mind tells mine, and I run from the garden to you
My muddy hands press each vowel as soft as you silently wish
Consonants requiring more, you place your hands upon mine
The numbers, my math, needs your correction “17-something…” I say
My age, you know, my dear
