TurbulenceA vast blue sky welcomes me with a smile of brilliant amber gold Stout steady wings stretch to take hold of the promising wind Rocky bluffs below thrusts their long and pointed peaks “The first time will be the hardest,” momma said. I try to laugh but the air grows much too thin Fly or fall, there are no other options, but my eyelids are getting heavy, and the Sun is tired and fading, Wind, slips through feathers, Nothing, to catch me. Cliffs, welcoming. Can’t. Seem. to-- Fire AlarmScreeching alarm, chirping birds another warm day on a stoop; Power’s out, lights are off, we’ve been disconnected Helicopter flies overhead, is this t.v.? The internet? Nah Much too big, smells too alive: wet grass, pink flowers, gas exhaust The alarm still screeches, but the birds still chirp; Messy hair, dirty face, worn shorts, old shirt, but it’s nice out; Maybe this isn’t too bad the disconnection Sometimes it’s needed To reconnect To plug back in To life Haiku CycleBirth
Tulips sprout and bloom Sunlight flows gently downstream Bees play with pollen Death Trees share sapling dreams Whispers in the icy breeze Bear slumbers in peace Rebirth Grass breaks through hard ice Snow seeps into rich brown earth Insects sprout new wings
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