origami

these words
we fold into ourselves

from the broad sheet of all possible words.

these words
we unfold at night

on a tatami mat of  breath.

behind fragile
walls we fold
into each other.

Here.  Listen.

a thousand paper cranes

take flight -

.

january haiku

.

such wanting pulling

you towards me clouds gather

summer storms blue night

.

gravel under foot

a cricket dies on my floor

we wish words were wings

.

there is red desert

there is a place beyond it

sweet rain falls soft there

.