It’s not enough to share your day
when you want to share your life
Too hard to explain the complicated
weavings of people and places
when you want to throw
a few more lines to complicate your own tapestry
to tighten your worlds together
to lasso the wanderings
and tie tighter our hearts over the span of two countries.
I haven’t heard the birds sing
in six months
Even now, it took an hour to notice
a springtime symphony
outside my window
what do you want?
this rough magic?
death? And the dancing footman –
one, two three! to wake the dead.
(But not the hippopotamus.)
rEach for some
and you will find it.
And this year’s zoo haiku.
Flat on back, leg limp
lazy scratch with wrinkled paw
us, still and looking.