the clouds descend
not obscuring
not enveloping
they obliterate
what a relief it is
the clouds descend
not obscuring
not enveloping
they obliterate
what a relief it is
it shocks me
Spring
buds pressing from branches
obstinate and evolving
not like me at all
I’ve heard people say
writing about coffee
and cigarettes is not
romantic
definitely not
meaningful
.
still
.
all I can think about
is the cup right there
on the windowsill
with way too much milk
(I bought at Costco)
.
still
.
it makes me feel
better
knowing the Costco-milk-
coffee-tired-mug exists
so meaningless
that it gives me hope
inspired by the squirrels living in our ceiling
I have dreams about large animals
lounging in the rafters
smiling down at me with their kind eyes
lifting feathers with their sighs
the footsteps in my ceiling
they keep me up at night
I imagine they belong to gentle bears
or doves in quiet pairs
this house is home to more than us
but we’ll never see their glorious
asleep behind the table there
aglow with dreams of steadfast care
this house is home to more than us
I wake up to the dinosaurs
trudging through the yard
crying tears and tears and tears and tears and tears
surprised to end up here
polar bears and elephants
otters kissing lambs
I can hear their heartbeats pressed against the walls
I listen for their calls
this house is home to more than us
but we’ll never see their glorious
asleep behind the table there
aglow with dreams of steadfast care
this house is home to more than us
frying eggs
is sometimes the only thing that makes sense
just a simple task,
maybe the first food you learned to cook
young and hungry in the kitchen-
rem-
ember when
young and hungry
was
all you needed to be?
My body may not be mine
it may be a place I visit
for awhile.
Could I take off my shoes
and my jacket?
My skin?
Unearthed haikus show
me the possibilities
they show me myself
wind sweeps away our
age of reason and slowly
I wake from my dream