Drinking with a friend

I see the bottom of my cup
The dregs are swirling there
Remains of wine I’ve else lapped up
Breathed in as if ’twere air

And though I’m feeling rather ill
And wish to sit down, too
I am not unglad to be still
Deep in my cups with you!

7/28/2021 – to raise a sail (a haiku)

A line in your hands
The wind pulling strong against
Ah, to raise a sail

A whistling craving
Barrels down the mountain loud
And into my ears

As sun peeks o’er the eastern line
I crave its fiery light
I wish to hold it, make it mine,
As day springs forth from night

It paints orange the land and sea
And sets afire the sky
And so the sun smiles upon me
Before rising so high

So brief those moments of the dawn
And yet they stay with me
E’en after they are long since gone
Only a memory

I wish to see lush jungles
And reefs of blue and green
O’er which the thunder rumbles
And all that’s in between

I hope to find some purpose
On distant, warmer shores
Where all the things that hurt us
I can leave at the doors

Alack, alas, I say to thee,
My stalwart, wizened friend
That you should be so tied to me
Until the bitter end

How blesséd am I

To be the one who’s with you

For all of my days

Such heat emits the summer sun
Upon my weary skin
Such woe betides th’unlucky one
Whose days are spent within

So quick do grasses rise above
The freshly-sodden ground
Fast pop the daisies after rain
Has sprinkled o’er their heads

Yet trees are slow and plodding
Their branches grow sans haste
Each day t’ward the sun nodding
With patience.

And with open eyes and ears
One turns to the world
And sees
And hears
And all that you knew
Changes in a moment
Like an eddying wind