four haiku

 

I use words as walls,

and as balm. These are my hands

I hold out to you.

 

*

 

I cannot control

the flailing rising from dream;

the dream controls me.

 

*

 

your absence ripples

the nightmare through the next day,

pebbles on water.

 

*

 

I need your presence,

your soft breath through the night,

and morning’s first hug.

 

(February 21, 2018)