This Haiku: What I See

Is a heartbeat prose?
Or a sigh a syllable?
A kiss a poem?

This Haiku: Brave Feet

Dancing on the Sun.
Casting cosmic shadows. Look
-two hands holding fast.

The quiet water
calls my fin. There is moonlight.
Click. Click. Are you in?

Earth’s bounty
Teaches me
How to be
Here. Present.
If I’m not
Here. Present.
I would miss
Earth’s bounty
Teaching me
How to be

Kind-hearted ponytail
Looked around to see whether she’s doing it right
Her flowery bow
Caught his earnest smile
Her hair smiled quietly back

Your precious heart thinks
The stars compare to your light;
The shine in your years

Will I ever stop
Being lost behind your eyes
I know that I won’t

Art Credit: The Calling, by Mark di Suvero (located in front of the Burke Brise Soleil, Milwaukee Art Museum, Milwaukee, WI)

I am the pieces:
Love of life, being present.
You gave me these gifts.

Life”s Epic Novel
Reads to me like Poetry.
Thriller. Mystery.

I make such a mess
When I try and pretty up
You clean up after