Hardly Haiku II

Jesus
Dove among chickens,
how could you know their wings were
clipped, their bellies full?

152

Tornado 1
Whirlpool ascending,
drawing the particular
to the general.

108

Tornado 2
Stabbing twist of fate,
your irresistible kiss
can lead to nothing.

109

Whirlpool
Nothing alive yawns,
drowning; how long has your throat
yearned, deeply, to sleep?

110

Clock
Octopus of hours,
centipede of seconds,
millipede of me.

111

Guilt
Dark madness dimly
recovered, searching pockets
of its corpse for hope.

123

Dunes
Wind’s dictation spelled
out in sentences of sand,
constantly erased.

130

Sunrise
Cymbal clash of light,
spark that sets the day on fire
irritates sleep’s dreams.

131

Spring
Mother sun clutches
her frozen egg; at last
green first life peeps out.

133

Apart
Continents we be,
severed by eternal sea.
Cast your waves on me.

135

The Edge of the Bed
The darkness trains rats
and spiders and snakes to watch
for bare hands and feet.

136

Memory
Tired caravan
of murky images skirts
precipice of sight.

148

Sequoia
Log of centuries,
survivor of mortal time,
stand until I go.

157