Friday, July 4, 2025

Arriving

The orange flame

arrives

like clockwork 

on the afternoon bus

from Zagreb. You

hoist your backpack

onto eager shoulders 

and, singing in 

Arabic, hit

the street,

hazel eyes

blazing, situated 

exactly where

you like it, somewhere

liminal, halfway

between chaos

and calm,

forgetting 

and remembering 

at the same

time..

Thursday, July 3, 2025

Backyard Haiku

 


Sprawling white cat..

You look like 

     you ate

a watermelon!!

Dew Haiku

 Silver dew,

a single drop

clings 


to desert

sage.  

Humming Haiku

Hum of the frig

Massaging the tired house

Another cup of coffee..


Early days of summer,

my unquiet mind 

     starts raking


Autumn’s fallen 

      leaves..

Wednesday, July 2, 2025

   WRITING


is a sacramental act,


alone sitting still 

on sun-soaked 


stones


listening to a bounding 


stream


washing great blocks


of boulders 

clean. 

Monday, June 30, 2025

  At Bottom 


And we shall dip hands

and drink from the blue river

flowing like wind

through the Grand Canyon

of our dreams..