In glistening

The trick I find

In glistening eyes

Is to

With a most consistent ingenuity

See now what you see

But look also through the frame of years

Past what might not

And yet not at what you think of as could

But truly at

And also into the eyes of those

And what they could be

As well (as you)

Not water but

Too much drowns

And not enough suffocates

My

Oh this is my

Space

Regardless, regardless

Turn a page

Or answer back

With either goals achieved

Or new prospectus sent

Regardless

The next breath arrives

The next will rise

And every moment will pass

By like birds in the sky

Regardless and at last

Haiku a haiku

Careless is more than

Any one anyone’s heart

Should ever wish for

How we speak and don’t

A final word

Is not to be expected

From a man of deeds

And goodness done

But

You may get it none the less

But only may

And probably won’t

Sadly

A chosen pain

A pain like this

Is most frustrating, yes

And yet chosen by me

A most willing man

Was

Before I was fully grown

Perhaps I said

Yes, I will

And I did

And will now

Suffer the consequences

Of those short days long gone

In the sun most fun

And yet the taxing still

In the sunset of now

Nail of truth

Every once and awhile

We humans swing a hammer

So close to the nail of truth

That our efforts shimmer

And in a dazzling arc

Strike closer to what is

Than ever before

And spark

Waiting for a forever train

We are all just waiting

Or walking

Or working

At a train station

For plane

Or bus rest

For stopping

Until we’re all gone

One by one

And home

Aka not here

Fearless I say and hope

A fearless man

Should fear only God

And perhaps slightly those betrayals

Which would cut off blood from the heart

Or breath to the lungs

Or hope from the mind

I say

So I think and find

We look into screens

And into air and eyes

All around and yet without

Stopping to simply live

To be thankful for these

Our own senses and self

For our own smiles and eyes

Facing out

And these I think

Are blessing and states

Of being beyond compare

Or so I think and find

A most curious tanka

The most curious

Thing about people I see

Is that they were you

Once upon a time before

Just as soon like them you’ll be

Pour out

Pour out my soul to no one

In a quiet corner of this intuitive imagination lost

Unfound

I stand

The most assured and straight

As once a young man was (I) without cost

Spending time

In search and worth

Unbound by earth

Midst mind and sky

Of this now I’ve become most certain and sure

It is he and not I

Until my faith calls me home

As he knows and knows

Where my heart and words can be found

In this life and in the next

Most alive

My thanks

Growing into rush

The really good things

In both life and in self

Are not about the excited feelings

Of a kitsune rush

Or the heartbeat drum which pounds

(And sounds)

Almost out of your chest alive

And in bursting flowers, forth blooms

Though those are strong in memory

I say no

Not really

Instead it’s in the growing

And in the growth

Of a good solid soil beneath

From which all things spring

And in the sudden fourth month

Up and grow

On a daily basis until

You can’t even recognize your own

Anymore

For you have changed

And that’s what this is about

My plight

Forever destined

To find both

Success

And unrest

In the most prosperous acts

Within the most unprofitable arenas

Ha

Humanunbeings, a tanka

Humanunbeings

Always find ways most simple

To complicate life

For more than just themselves but

For generations many

Propriety of proposition

Knowing when to ask

Or to not

Is both a choice and tact

Is both a chance and self awareness

Because to try is one thing

But to impose another

And I

Much prefer the try

And most appropriate when done

Must be

The title of adult, a haiku

No adult remains

In their childhood home close

And yet earns the title

Of secrets

The power of a secret

Really resides therein

And in the sharing explodes

Into a conscious awareness

Which means?

Well… it means the experience

Of awareness

Once was and now is

Probably passed

And that’s ok

Provided that it’s what you

The holder

Really wanted

The waves above

There is an oddness to this world

Unseen but knowing

Outside but felt

And we

Like the sands

Roll beneath the waves above

And pray for calmer nights

And coolers days

Yet neither of those

Themselves ever happen

That way

Instead

We all crash and roll

When least expect

To fly, we birds

Birds don’t cry out for the sky

The just know it

Having been raised all along

There beneath it

And within it

And above it

To fly