who taught our darkest river to drink from the sea

who put silence inside shadow inside seed

how many who are dreamed want only to sleep

 

on the days i can touch what is lost, what is said?

death of depth

we dare call heaven

milk makes a prison

of skin

tears of grace

original face

 

waking up a thousand birds :: i have to be a perfect dawn

(first appeared in Roadrunner Haiku Journal in 2009)

 

two poems (first and last in the issue) just published in Issue 153 of Right Hand Pointing!