This Haiku: Let’s Play Checkers

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

This Haiku: Start With The Globe

I can’t find My Home
Just a vague recollection
May I read your wrist?

What is it we know
we’ll find as we chase love to
the ends of the Earth?

Daylight and nighttime
My voice, my heart is lost and
Found in that blanket

There is a soul who
-though with reason to pause, yet
trusts me with a life.

My breath with my mind
Both petition Him above
To help get this right

They are near-silent
As they fall down, or are tossed
In a pile they smirk

My thoughts grow wilder
How you bloom in Winter’s snow
And in spring, my heart

Compass mark to East
Wrap your fingers ’round the wheel
Careful for the curves

I saw you there in
my kitchen. Making trouble.
Wearing my apron.