
In Time: A Haiku


I ask of the trees
What fresh-faced former stranger
To calmness am I?
Breaching Earth’s surface
Bid me tell you yes
Not obtuse
Where is the whatThe overturned stone
The crushed twig
Lying there
Go back
Go back
Unsee
Unwonder
Un-ask
Only after
I’ve emptied out everything
Poured it across and slinked it back in
Would I open my eyes
And seek
Permission