Surviving

Did I survive you?
Or will I survive you?
Does this belong in
The past or future?

I only know I have
Carried this for decades
And it terrifies me.

Is it grief or fear?
I do not know which
Circle it belongs in.

Black Snow

      i shudder

when the black snow comes

a swirling darkness


        i slow

trying to feel my way

when there is nothing

Haiku

I.
Water words trickle
Over rocks, to my paper
Opening my soul

II.
Pens litter my desk
Shamans tools to catch my words
Like seeds in the wind

III.
Looking back with love
Regrets can be forgiven
When we are willing 

IV.
Rust carries with it
Flakes of an old metal cross
Elements of time

Word for Word

You sewed yourself

to my soul

ages ago

and so

I know you

I have always known you

word for word