SeptHaikuWriMo 24

A surprise to find 
accumulation of cells
printed on paper

inspire such response
the future unexpected
collected to see

here we are waiting

SeptPoWriMo 23

Feeling we are in a holding pattern
circling over the distant recent past
hoping it never happened at least not
as we experienced it at the time
each trauma atrocity diminished
by having seen it endless times before
the definition of insanity
anticipating something different
waiting out the clock to backtrack into
the same a better future never seen
willfully distracted to forgetting
we are born each second we are alive
how to start again knowing how it ends
how to forget the moment it begins

SeptPoWriMo 22

Remembering where we were the last time 
they said the worst was behind us is not
an impossible task more like the worst
case scenario already having
come to pass with a more rueful laughter
why do they tempt fate with self fulfilling
headlines more likely to be proven wrong
with the next news cycle breaking a chain
surely we have not reached the debt ceiling
of deworming paste outpacing common
sense does anybody really believe
we are out of the woods overgrowing
us waiting for good news that never comes
there is still so much weeding to be done

SeptPoWriMo 21

Some words about mistakes made early on
the radio played while I was driving
into the future and home this evening
thinking of all the steps never taken
why the car behind me has their brights on
they can’t see anything this close to me
why is the future something before us
when all we can see is what lies behind
retrospect is the lesser nostalgia
when all the time hindsight is so last year
the days are filling up again which makes
the gaps so reticent in their absence
at one point we thought the quiet was nice
then we had to respond to all the noise

SeptPoWriMo 20

Seeing those pictures from the farewell tour 
seems we have leaped far into the future
the text from those memes claiming the year of
your birth is as far from World War Two as
it is from now just another cruel joke
played by the decades on the years as if
to say it is all accelerating
this pandemic lasting nine months times two
overtaken the hundred year old one
not in proportion to population
leave that up to our imaginations
the people we have not seen grown so old
visible now as a moth to a flame
loss is just another word for our name

SeptPoWriMo 19

Did not have the time to take a picture 
of the deer close to the path on our walk
instead the camera captured blurry
leaves and stones that might have been foraged if
that dog had not come walking behind us
sending the deer away into the woods
where they might have rejoined the family
we have been seeing further from the path
perhaps a mother with two of her own
minding their business as we like to do
along this path until we see creatures
who might just find a way to outlive us
if retreat is any indication
they depend upon us staying away

SeptPoWriMo 18

I could remember the first home I left
because it was the first house that I missed
the constant feeling of being bereft
knowing you own only what you resist
how many friends are gone along the way
the paths you didn’t know that you would take
memories are too flexible to stay
in one place long enough for them to make
a journey within not walking distance
roads too easy for you alone to tread
companions they make all the difference
the crumbs you leave become your daily bread
I pick you up each time we cannot meet
the closed circle a new friend may complete

SeptPoWriMo 17

When I hear the score to the musical 
I think of when I first listened to it
on a library record player my
first year of college it was not homework
for I had no idea where home might be
I might have been avoiding my roommate
(algorithms would have chosen better)
just a young kid I was with too long hair
wondering what the songs would sound like
in a phase of life I had not known yet
neither single nor yet getting married
but following all the chords and the rhymes
flowing so fast before they could arrive
lacking company for being alive

SeptHaikuWriMo 16

How do you know when 
the things you used to know are
still waiting for you

across a divide
against all odds you have crossed
with uncertainty

reserved for doing
nothing and doing it well
such that you survive

having forgotten
how much you have lost losing
all your perspective

how to learn your lines
practice your musical parts
exist together

performing in the same space

SeptHaikuWriMo 15

No one knew which lane 
they wanted their car to be
in on the highway

and I am tired of
excusing misbehavior
with pandemic or

collapse at least some of them
used their turn signals

I got off the road
went shopping for groceries
and drove to the house

which was still on solid ground