fifteen haiku

I

breath in the water,
notion of sleep, eternal,
imperturbable.

II

two spirits, dark eyed,
and asking, by the roadside
you can heed neither

III

take the broken earth
sift the soil through wounded hands
you feel them healing

IV

flower beholding you
the petals grow large and near
infinite and small

V

the hero images
thumbtacks and adhesive tape
hold them to the wall

VI

the root —below —deep
—flowering toward darkness,
blossom breathing light.

VII

words words words spoken
without a thought for meaning
an unending sea.

VIII

...each leaf a notion
of the dark dreaming within
each wakening seed...

IX

ink on parchment fades
roads lose their destination
watch the drifting star

X

beneath clear water
the soft bed of the slow stream
stone and sand forming

XI

insistent sleep clouds
shadowing the blue sky mind
it's so hard to wake

XII

try to whisper—heart
be still—do not ask for breath—
only for this light!

XIII

the eye cannot see
history, not days or hours,
there is only this.

XIV

light across the tongue—
mind reaching toward the heart—
such sweet poetry

XV

fifteen haiku— yes—
a strange gift— but then again
all poems are love poems