Haiku of today

Cold fall day of work
Soul kept alive by one thing
Rainbow on the lake

Caravan of Stones

Senor Triunfo
As you say
We come carrying stones
From our homes in the South
To yours in the North

These stones
Lie heavy in our hearts
Raped, murdered, tortured
Starvation, dead children
These memories are our stones

We would throw them
If we could
But they stay with us
Each and every step
From South to North

Senor Triunfo
You throw stones
From your golden throne
Behind your walls
Behind your armies

When this Caravan of Stones
Reaches your Land of the Free
We only hope
It will be free of you
And as open to us
As to your grandparents
When they carried their stones
Of greed and hatred
And planted them
In American soil

TGIF!

I am as filled with joy
As the 30 year old boy
Prancing and dancing on the platform
Everytime our train stops

I want to ask him
Where are you going?
Do you need help?
But he giggles & moans
As if in ecstacy
So I sit
As motionless
As the Japanese commuters
Who eye us both suspiciously

By your clean, fashionable clothes
(Cleaner & nicer than my own)
I know there is someone out there
Who loves you

Please get safely home to them
TGIF

People As They Are

People on the Right
Think the worse of Others
They're all rapists, crooks
Bad hombres and mamacitas

People on the Left
Think the best of Others
They're capable of reason
Compassionate and contrite

People as they are
Know
Actions speak louder than words
Watch what people do
To know who they are
Forgive, but never forget
Don't see people
As you imagine them to be
But strive to see
People as they are

Morning Flyer

In the morning mist
"A drone!" I thought then I saw

Dragonflies coupling

Tanabata Morning Coffee

Little boy
Is off to preschool
Eyes shining
As we tied his wishes
To the Tanabata tree
In the foyer

His mother
Off in dreamland
Forgot to give us string
To tie his wishes up
So I used a hairclip
I found on the floor

I sit
Back at home
Enjoying a cafe au lait
Made from his leftover milk
The exquisite taste
Of my wishes come true

Come From Aways

Hello America
This is Newfoundland
Remember me?

When your people
Ran from terror
Refugees on the tarmac of Gander
We took you
Come From Aways
Fed you
Let you sleep in our beds
Kept families together

Now
When your own neighbours
Knock at your door
You rip babies from their mama's teat
Tell the old nazi lie
Of taking them to the showers
Put them in cages
In the old Wallmart

You are not the country
We thought you were

Gymnast Eyes, Doctor's Hands

I always thought
Seeing the graceful and strong beauty
Of American gymnasts
The red, white, and blue
Blurring as their bodies cut through space
And showed what the human form is capable of
There was sadness in those women's eyes

I thought
Maybe they regretted losing childhood
To trainings and competitions
Putting aside romance, family, children
For gold, silver, and bronze
Putting their body through trials
That stopped their flow of life-giving blood

It was not sadness
In those gymnasts' eyes
Who gave all willingly for the prize
It was fear
Disgust and loathing
Black anger
At a pestilent doctor's hands

Burning Horizon, Ivory Tower

Born of the Wilderness
I appeared in my roughhewn dress
Fumbled around the Gates of the City
Taught myself their Words
It wasn't pretty
Now I speak the forked tongue of the Lords
Cause Pens are much cheaper than Swords

Now is the Hour
There's a new Ivory Tower
They made just for me
But while I was walking there
They pulled down three
It's given me quite a scare
I wish I had been more aware

Don't expect a denouement
This is just my announcement
I have staked my life on
This outdated game
The Burning Horizon
Approaches the same
Stars returning as night came

Now the question I ask
The nature of my task
To be apart but connected
Repay the People's trust
Till things stand corrected
Hack away at this Engine's rust
Till I and this tower are dust

When the Burning Horizon
Meets the Ivory Tower
All you can do
Is question its power