This Haiku: Cosmic Or Earthly?

What did this to you?
His hand? Or the bolt you chased?
Are you of this world?

What will make you say?
Serum for your lips? Or for
truth to take your hand?

This Haiku: What Wings

Feathers of fine words
Press up close against my back
Spill good ink on me

A wing that’s broken
can heal with kind words. Be quick!
Step up with kind words.

He’s invited me
The grand possibility
-Trust, though I can’t see

I’ve dared me to be
that girl. That girl who believes.
Believes in all things.

Impractical things.
Impossible things. Red shoes.
White knights. And the like.

Gold hearts will win out.
I’ll call from dare’s door: This life
was worth waiting for.

I’ve heard percussion
Distant, hollow -like crickets
I listen for strings

This ol’ ambition
Is solely for others’ feet
My smile’s tethered there

We hustle, don’t we?
Yet at the end of each day,
may we feel we’ve danced.

Oh to hear Hope’s pulse
As I sleep on pale purple
Oh to come as close

Today I hold dear
The Sun’s fun, the icy cold’s
sass and you, Trouble.