Inner critic

Let it take the time it takes 

Even thorough I want it done-

Accomplished and forgotten.

Let it take the time it takes 

For hope to rise again

The recuperation of a disintegrated self.

Let it take the time it takes 

Abiding the yelling threats that stopping will be fatal.

If I’m not pushing, I’m completely failing. 

Let it take the time it takes 

To rest in the proof of being insufficient

Yet sufficiently held, and released. 

Back to us

As we enter a new season, 

We think we are saying goodbye to some part of us 

Forever.

But, look

See how he brings our whole selves back to us.

On having a new job in the modern age

Illusion: the perfect structure exists, and I just have to find it,

Perfection disintegrating into procrastination 

Floundering in notebooks, calendars, spreadsheets, docs, notes, 

which device, stored on site, Dropbox, drive, flash, cloud; html or file?) 

Will I log this in Excel, Trello, Onenote, Slack? 

Digitized, scattered, lavishly sprawled across the landscape of logins, passwords, 

All caught up in inconsistent effort and cascading semantics  

Eventually, what will be made is made, and habits formed 

And (hopefully) refined and improved. 

Otherwise, forgotten. 

October moon

Trace the yellow tide- boundaring the glory of the sugar maple

Lately transformed into a golden orb 

Branches extending around the brightening icey sky

The apex culminating with the waning harvest moon

A woven basket of light 

A peerless smile

Landing Haikus

 July 9
This is where time starts
To begin again means to
Depart the old way

11
Eleven months is
Too long and not enough: tick
Tock: Love is always

Left behind (1)
The greater the loss
The more you loved, so they say
Multi-verse at play

Left behind (2)
To be left
Is not to be lost
Don't forget

Grammar
If 'to be' does not
Exist in the present, do
I exist at all?

Vows
Bring them home!
Billboards vow never
Forget/give

Home
Love flowing
Between latitudes
Home expands 

+8 GMT
Daylight comes
To you first I'm in
The dark waiting

Show me your face

Fateful day, long awaited 

With dreams fortelling 

Regrets mounting; 

Unattended death

Abandoned life

Unattuned presence

Neglected nurture

Fatigued compassion

Unchained melody 

Crooked comedy 

Unhinged guilt

Aching disharmony 

Fumbling with grief

Is this a tragedy or this a relief?

I will make it to the end if I can just see your face. 

Anvil

Forging strength 

Struck against the hard 

Hope’s weapon 

 *haiku from The NY Times Wordle