nine day pomes

soothing shoosh
of the ocean's inhalation
exultation, exhalation
this breathing
like your breathing
like you're breathing
now

and i imagine
images of
limitless

feeling
of being
being

and smells well hell
we all got smells

* * *

looking for an answer
just give me a chance here
i only want to ask her
who she is

* * *
the sun casting
red and yellow shadows
on my eyelids

* * *

sit all day
just to walk
walk all day
just to sit

* * *

windows are closed
crows have stopped calling
rain must be falling

* * *

i remember then
when i remember
that you remember
what i remember

* * *

jeez my legs are sore.
is this really the way?

* * *

butterfly flutters
by flits, flirts, flies - in silence
the sound of music!

* * *

today i got it but
i don't know alot
about it

this morning
as i crested the hill
the moon rose

no haiku for days
hasn't the moon risen
or the mist

the first few leaves
make me think of winter
falling like snowflakes

the dog i met
wanted to play with the stick
he wouldn't give me

the river is cold
before the lake
but warm after

from this unlit land
the lake is lit by moon light
to a land unlit

flowers float down the river
like prayers for the dead
i float belly up and still
thinking maybe i am

distant storm clouds
the leaves rustle suddenly
anticipating

sneaked to the water
naked and slipped

from sun through waves
to lines of light that lilt
along the sandy bottom

the sand is cold
my footprints do not stray
near the water's edge

our rainwet clothes
tumbling against one another
in the dryer

begin again, begin again
begin, again begin, again

just as

echo
echoes
echo,

echoes
echo
echoes.

out here on the sound, in the hollow of the beach
the water sings the sky's song: a vibrato of clouds
bass tones harmonizing the scale of dawn and dusk
the wind mirrored in the window of the waves
shhoooshh.