This Haiku: Not On Our Own

He’s invited me
The grand possibility
-Trust, though I can’t see

This Haiku: The Cinnamon Vigil

I’ve dared me to be
that girl. That girl who believes.
Believes in all things.

Impractical things.
Impossible things. Red shoes.
White knights. And the like.

Gold hearts will win out.
I’ll call from dare’s door: This life
was worth waiting for.

I’ve heard percussion
Distant, hollow -like crickets
I listen for strings

This ol’ ambition
Is solely for others’ feet
My smile’s tethered there

We hustle, don’t we?
Yet at the end of each day,
may we feel we’ve danced.

Oh to hear Hope’s pulse
As I sleep on pale purple
Oh to come as close

Today I hold dear
The Sun’s fun, the icy cold’s
sass and you, Trouble.

I’m holding tight here
on back. Don’t you go too fast.
Okay -go too fast!

Let me learn your soul.
Speak to me in Spanish. I’ll
hold you through dark songs.

There is a truth I
tend to forget: You have called
me Friend. It’s enough.