Haiku project—February 2022
Poems from a daily practice
1
Why is it every
thing I learn about you oh
I like like the sky
2
Do not burn as rent
to offer your warmth—that’s not
the sun’s agenda.
3
I prayed by stacking
rocks along the ocean in
hopes you’d hear the song
4
But if I never
got lost, I wouldn’t have the
moon to light me home.
5
Remember when the
winds were high? The bridge whistled
like welcomed angels.
6
Life begins where the
river meets the sea, where we
fell into belief.
7
At the city’s edge,
the evening sighs, and we watch
our shadows return.
8
The surface of the
moon is reflecting the sun's
light into our eyes.
9
Benched beneath solstice
sky, we flask-bargain to keep
the constellations.
10
We are whole like the
firebow colors the sky
furthering us home.
11
We practice history
by casting shadows on the
forgotten cave wall.
12
I accept this stone,
like the grace of a mountain,
both its sun and cold.
13
The flock of starlings
shift like a kaleidoscope,
sky murmurations.
14
The memory of love
is a network of rivers
headed for the sea.
15
The sparrow loses
the blue nest and circles in
a season of grief.
16
Sorrow is singed
lavender left to salvage
remnants in the wind.
17
One blue morning,
the crow traces a line of peace
in the yellow sky.
18
Halogen nights beg
for wonder—what will be at
the threshold of morning.
19
I prayed to connect—
the navy opal blue night
expanded with breath.
20
The war of ego
and emptiness sounds like dark
horns clashing the night.
Last updated February 27, 2022
