The New Haiku Vol. I

After a long rolling thunderstorm

Invisible in the night

I’m awoken by birdsong

In the early dawn.

Backing away from the crib,

My ankle cracking

Wakes the baby.

Cruzando el mar

Buscando el agua

Inquieta mi alma

Hasta que yo llegue…

Brutal is the sobering

From the intoxication

Of illusion.

Microcosmos of egos

Germinating inside the seedling

Size of the pinpoint of a needle

From which the universe of consciousness


Cool crackling rainstorm

A wet towel

Hanging on the line.

Staring out the cold window

Underneath a shelf of clouds

Appears a clear sky;

He watches the storm

Pass him by.

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