Lost Way to the Sky
tiny poems by Grant Hackett
12/30/19
doesn't skin form by thinking of the shadows it will hold within
11/25/19
coffin-flat field in ohio slowly grows a crow
11/23/19
can faces i've never seen before hear the rain inside my dreams
11/21/19
can you imagine the storm within my boat that exhausted every wind
11/20/19
to guide the light that is light was life
11/19/19
leaf falls to find the moon :: mind
11/18/19
the only forest we never felled living within my leaf
11/16/19
a fly on my wall all winter
11/15/19
why hasn't dawn flown away like a crow
11/13/19
when eyes are closed can moonlight flood the cave
11/10/19
what was once stripped leafless dark beside my bed
11/8/19
turn the shadows over until your first snow falls out
to search each day for sun is my asylum
watching leaves fall into clouds :: i could almost live again
11/7/19
to find out how much moon i have :: it snows
11/5/19
a silent drum :: a darkened lamp :: more starlight than i can use
10/27/19
my work is drenched :: breaks stone into mist
10/24/19
could the origin of leaves be autumn and helpless falling
10/11/19
does the light of today remember its birth
10/7/19
last drops of rain in hands of a breeze stirring what others need
10/5/19
how does one keep company with a rose from the end of the world
10/4/19
for love of the house our table is small
10/3/19
let us kneel down with mountains repairing the wind
10/2/19
serenity within the seed :: tell me everything
9/29/19
when i die to whom shall i leave the one who lived here before
9/25/19
who will hold the ocean close as it dies
9/24/19
what is the name for shedding a leaf and having no age
9/20/19
washing the waves with my skin :: and nothing
9/19/19
shadow is the shortest route to unexpected light
9/17/19
will weeds grow above or within my grave
some try to hide from their mountain by pushing the sky away
9/15/19
haiku is the heart
9/14/19
the whole of the earth becoming more perfect :: entering the sea before us
9/11/19
in the milk behind your eyes :: live those who have one wing
9/9/19
i look from the monarch without her wing :: into the mystery of sky
5/17/19
night
i lie silent
the rain to hear my heart
5/13/19
what i've made in life also dreams
5/11/19
there is a moon in the window where you open
4/22/19
the moon
when we sleep
is the cold
4/6/19
if you find a ripe moon on the ground :: may it happen to me
3/30/19
a dark hand reached through you
brought birth
in
3/10/19
i was child
and a silver craft fell home
into nobody else
3/6/19
stones are slow
slower than me
turning into breeze
3/3/19
our eyes open in the afternoon
we see dusk
through falling snow
2/4/19
i miss the world
mountains lost and lost
the ark unable to land
1/26/19
when i separate from my hands,
said the water,
whose journey will be done
1/24/19
one grain of rice
(for many bowls)
the guest left behind
1/21/19
crossing the river above the trees
—
my flood raised to feather
late in our moon
and no
one
asleep in the barn
1/20/19
through ice works
on maple buds—
—long walk to the sun
many times of being lost
in place
like a lake between the waters
1/19/19
a child's cup of moonlight was the thread of my returning
1/18/19
something eternal
worn down
to a man who believes he’s sleeping
1/17/19
my flaws drifting from stone to stone—becoming the white sky
1/15/19
waking the mountain to strike a small bell
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