I know nothing
of you other
than brief moments
I’ve observed,
as you of me.
Yet still, we must
come to trust
what we know
is enough.
(June 3, 2018)
Category: romance
Longtime Infatuation
embers, embedded
beneath the snowy ash, burn
slowly, secretly.
(April 29, 2018)
take them as they are
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)
still in love
in a few weeks it will be
forty years since we went out
for a banal movie and pizza—
forty years, college, a marriage;
three children grown,
and moved out mostly.
We are grandparents now.
Isaac toddles about the house
determinedly going where he goes,
as we follow behind bemused.
I think we worry too much
for the troubles we have. I am
aware they are there, as they are—
yet, so am I, and so are you.
(February 19, 2018)
Valentine Haiku
anticipation and regret
as a boy he wrote
all the words
she might say
in old age
he revises
all she said
(February 12, 2018)
Necromance
As blood from wine,
He is transformed;
The words solidify—
Lift from the page
Like a starling murmur
flows in morning air.
Obsessively, his thoughts
Turn and return
To the slightest wisp
She might, in passing,
Have whispered.
Memory is present
Always to form
A different future.
He writes and revises,
Remembers and reforms,
As if a candle’s smoke
Can reshape a flame;
As if all the words
Are uttered correctly,
He will be reborn.
(February 5, 2018)
