Our Rain: A Haiku

And no one was him
Tho’ I lived to ninety-nine
I recalled his hand

Figure Eight

Exhausted, this path
Deliberate and unknown,
Found us reaching out

I pretend
My friend
Is the light source
Streaking eastward
Just before dusk
Hoping to grab
My hand
And bring me along
Into tomorrow

Someone else’s shoes
See them struggling over there
Go and walk with them

The Clouds I dismissed

Strut back gleaming as the Sun

With Gauntlet in hand

The courageous hand

We musn’t take for granted

And how it guides us

This hand I’ve to give

Sweaty and holding my heart

Is yours when you want

Our magnificent
Story to end all stories
Holy it still is