To Remember

One finger
One string
Reminding one another
Of the singular sensation
Of being brushed
Over the edge

This Haiku: We’re Not Virtual

Are we not most thrilled
To be flesh from which we hold
Blood from where we love

Tickle my foot
As it hangs off the edge
Of this new day before me
Go God

I’ve needed how this feels
The knocking down Never
And beating back fear

I’ll not call out Uncle
Or Mercy
Or Time
I welcome Calamity
With reason and rhyme

I captured the light
On the best day in July
You were there in it

When did it catch you
What treasures did it impart
Tell me of them Please

he hits the notes
he holds the pitch
his shoulders squared
his eyes certain
Mouth open wide

With smile soft
And hands that clasp
he’s listening for
A higher will
Than his own

Then he kneels

You said use imagination.
Please. You said.
It was [ik-sploh-siv].

This my vow, oh Day:
Shhhh…quiet. Open your eyes.
Watch close for the fire.

“Intention” Quote, Danielle LaPorte

Check my hands, my heart
That I carry your burden
And still wear your yoke

And your full Armor
That I may not take it off
Batt’ling my own fears

“Cloud Gate” Anish Kapoor, Artist;
Millennium Park, Chicago, IL

Are you always this?
Are you always
Just
So
Electric?
I’m waiting in water.