This a haiku I spouted during one of the rip snorting thunderstorms we have down here in early summer.
*Shoulder view* Just a quick glance over my should… I can’t look too long at it. Here comes that sinking feeling in… The clutching galloping in my ches…
*My sacred heart* I hear your voice While I know you are so far, For a tiny moment, I am where you are.
*Faith is jumping the pit in your… I want to believe Really. But, there is This little bastard
*Sheep waiting* He always was Her little boy blue. Sinking into the couch Huddled over the fire of
Your image printed On paper meant for words. Folding......unfolding Each creased square holding Your body together.
*Impact* Feeling invisible, I take a deep breath, Puff out my chest And ego.