This Haiku: When Thieves Meet

I saw “I hope so.”
Left to imagine what’s next
I saw warm, red Light

Skin, fur, fin, feather
Played laser-tag together
Then built a bonfire

This Haiku: Here Percival

Does your strong-willed core
have a secret, hidden door?
See I have this key….

Pearl on fingertips
Slips away at ocean’s edge
It knew not my space

A breath, tears of joy
There’s still the kind, good ocean
Fire anew each day

I love Him for answers to questions.
Yes, the ones I deem woefully late.
And those too I still pause to embrace.

Of the answers that lead to more questions,
I accept and keep asking.
For I love Him for answers to questions.

Exhilarating
And oft excruciating
Tag-play with this kid

He had a tripod
Or a fishing pole
And the sun was at his back
He had my heart in his rucksack

Peace now I offer
Captain, what ship do you sail?
Whispered back the deep

Why not fall in love
With all there’s to see, hear, touch,
Taste, smell, find, do, learn….

I had to wonder.
How was the view, where you stood?
Did you think to climb?

I heard breath
in the dark
was not mine
seized my heart

Only know
I felt sure
shadow too
in the door

Breath and shape
please strum strings
to jumpstart
heart again

Art Credit: “If VI Was IX” Trimpin, Seattle’s Experience Music Project