7/19/2022 – a haiku

The dawn sun glistens
In the delicate dewdrops
That fear its coming

7/18/2022 – where first I wondered

With a sigh and a limp I walk
By the riverside
Seeking an oak tree
I once sat under

There I pondered
And wondered
As the wind rustled the leaves
And the water rushed by

Where my own river might take me
What towns and banks
And trees
I might pass by

And now I have seen them
And known them
And seek again that oak
Where first I wondered

The noisome crowds babble and cry

Their harsh, unceasing words

I wish I could not comprehend

And heard them as the birds

I have listened

And I have seen

And I have felt

And yet the twisting boughs of this tree

Continue to elude me

The west wind whistled

Bringing songs from a far sea

And my mind set sail

I would be a leaf
That I might fall every year
And each spring
Unfurl anew

I have wandered often
In the streams of stars
That glow behind my eyelids

And there marveled
At the softness beneath my feet

Only found
When ambling amidst the heavens

Often in the heat
I forget for a moment
Biting winter’s chill

Sorry that it’s late!

If oft I turn toward the skies
To sort out what’s inside
Will I be free from others’ lies
And see the truths they hide?

I climb a high hill
Knotted with shrubs
Littered with leaves
Where grasses do not grow

And at its peak I catch a glimpse
Of a bright shore
And a sparkling ocean

And I make my way there
Feet bleeding
Tears streaming
But smiling
For it is in sight