Some Haiku

blue ocean draws me

into the vast forever

and back into Now.

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the collection grew

I thought I had it all but

of course it vanished

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gray-blue clouds thicken

I can feel the rain coming

in my bones, my hair

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when healing means wait

the pain becomes important

I can’t feel my heart

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Unveil the hidden sins

still covered by rustling skirts

and the compline bell.

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the night terrors come

an unrelenting drumming

I still wake up tired

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wear purple, Nana

so I’ll know it’s you, really you

come to walk me home.

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he always comes back

as sure as a fresh migraine

to chip me away.

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My womb is empty

If you think I’ve forgotten

I’ll show you my tears

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The Angel asked Mary

and she right away said Yes.

I would have said Wait.

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No one can make me

into someone else – maiden

meant to bite her tongue

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my cup was so full

that it slipped from my fingers

never shared, it cracked

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recycling papers

may sweep the goodly green earth

but spoken words stand

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when we ate the fruit

apples were not the problem

we just wanted More

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take away the kids

but the mother and child live

within a locked heart

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peace is elusive

but sharing a loaf of bread

is something you can chew on

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crystalline raindrops

are not welcome here in the

icy winter night

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fistful of flowers

big smile, fresh dandelions,

a toddler’s first gift

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too tired to sleep but

I search for a silver coin

well into the night

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truth happiness peace

were there all along but i

was not awake yet.

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the journey is the end

the end of the journey comes

when you stop searching

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don’t peel that onion

my story has layers you

have no right to probe.

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