Tag: Haiku

Morning what is this
unexpected fluttering 
felt on the surface 

a new sensation 
no longer subliminal
what hands are made for

Already lost track
of the days I was counting
on losing—practice 

for when the days are
inherently lost to grief 
anniversaries

we spend all day long
forgetting to celebrate 
how many losses 

can we hold before 
we pass averting our eyes
the hallways too long

the faces too familiar

All of winter fell
in the span of just one week
what did you expect

we have been so sparse
might as well accumulate 
while no one’s looking

Look out the window
shock of snow interrupted 
by the commonplace

no one knows to use low gear

Snow in the forecast 
everything closes again 
as if we knew how
to prevent mass injury

A new year begins 
remembering what happens
when nothing changes
no way to tell a story

At least we are here
roads impassable frozen
stuff that could become 
snowballs or men on the ground

Pieces of light are
brighter when they are at peace
listen—you will see

they are the same light

Driving home from church
lights on in every window
of the apartments

everyone staying 
inside to spite the darkness
makes a festive glow 

silhouettes all we have left

Home is wherever 
the mighty are cast
down from their thrones

Light barely breaking 
overhead blanket of clouds 
keeping things colder

time to make the bed 
steps sleep through the neighborhood 
scratch the necks of cats 

enough now call it a day

Unseasonable 
weather we’re having lately
leaves a nasty stench

some creature ripped up
a pumpkin left on our stoop
pile of seeds and all 

such waste untended 
I’m sure the leaf blowers will
come again this week 

propelling gas fumes 
that certainly shorten lives 
schools are shutting down 

to combat copy
threats coming in from all sides 
there is precedence 

for everything that kills us