haiku moment . . .
look here I am
being in time

stillness —
i write up
a storm

midwinter dream
my writing hand
queries its age

I feel my way
into being

midwinter bluff
I skirt 'round the edges
of my eye pressure

desolate shore . . .
how are we to finish
our interior monologues?

an image of self
the milky way

a butterfly
alights on the whisper
of being

hush-breath night
for now the child's star

grave undertaking
this consciousness
drained of words

the breath snatched 
ever-now on the brink
of sea and sky