5/29/2023 – a haiku

On Mondays I wish

For something better to come

In the days ahead

5/27/2023 – for an age

Let’s come back as trees

Strong
Quiet
Regal

Roots intertwined
Branches entangled

Holding to one another
For an age

How often do I think of you?

As often as the breezes blow
As often as the tree frogs sing
As often as the new sprouts grow
As often as the birds take wing

A fast-rising wind
Blows quick across the landscape
And all comes alive

I love no silence more

Than silence with you

Above the crashing human sounds
Beyond the grey of block and steel
A different, brighter truth abounds
There where we go if we can break the wheel

I find it vexing:
Even over a cursed day
Bright is the sunrise

Sit by me in the dappled sunshine
Beneath the bright green leaves
Whisper in my ear of love and lust and simple things
That I would hear

In fits and starts of wisdom oft
The pen on paper finds its way
Till when you lift the pen aloft
With naught unwritten that you wished to say

Bring the horizon
Pull it to you if you must
And look beyond it