The wish to reach it
The want to give it to you
The will to walk on
Man, Woman
Instead of sequins, spikes and spats
I may make space
For cuddling crazy cats
What are your thoughts on that
Heat: A Haiku
A different stare
But still the same wond’ring gaze
This must be the day
White
I maintain
I could have done without the black
I had to look a second time, and then a sixth
I see it still in the most unremarkable places
I looked upward and Life appeared
I saw its red against the White
I feel the black come over me
I eye up red against the white
clear eyes: A Haiku
god ’tis time I learned
Faith breathes truth into none else
-save my living God
Tweed: A Haiku
Hand tucked at the hip
Gives me a clue about you
Now come the goosebumps
Cylinder Sounds
I was hearing her
People do this don’t they
God am I the only one
Dialogues with ghosts
Of events played out or not
The flow then ebb
Of adrenaline and resolve
Praying Praying Praying
The Vast
Each day at dawn
May I pour your tea
With increasingly steady hand
Deliver it to you
Standing
There
If I reach up
With fingertip brush the silvery dust of your crown
To my temple
Smooth
Then
Will you bid me back tomorrow
Day and Night: A Haiku
Not having finished
Navigating rough waters
We were giv’n morning
decidedly
time
will
tell the tale of how you would stack these rocks
whether in rows or rings or to reach the starlight
it may not be for me to know
behind me is water
a half-written life
arms reaching ahead
and north
an imperfect I love you flies from my hand
with a tail as long
as
time
