This Haiku: It Is Okay

This another day
Of wandering, wondering
Knowing I can’t know

This Haiku: That’s Our Story

I’m learning to walk
like you -but only like me,
with your gentle strut.

8am unglued
Connect my dots together
And steal my breath back

I pierced tender light
Sat indignant, watched it bleed
Yet you washed my feet

My heart beat convicts
My mind bows first, then repents
I ran to tell you

I am gently coaxed
From that river where my heart
Seems to need to plunge

Each day filled with peace
and freedom from fear, if not
filled with sweet quiet.

I never compete
There’s no need -none can compare
I was born First Chair

I’d deemed the song done.
Dimmed the House lights. Then you stepped
to the podium.

How is it you’re odd.
Yet so perfect. Always late.
And still right on time.

And so it seems now
That I’m broken and exposed
Rebuilding begins