Chance – Page 46 – Iron Haiku

joyful innocence
unencumbered by malice
that’s yet to be learned
–
the parched forest glen
desperately awaits
the lightning

brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown
–
oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed

thrust from a cliff side
tangled and sinuous roots
seeking some purchase
–
life
defiantly
persevering

glowing embers blow
through gnarled ashen limbs and
pallid withered leaves
–
a cigarette butt
untold miles of
scorched forest

these poorly built walls
of isolationism
so easily breached
–
a spreading oak
the cat awaits
her safe descent

hatred is poison
turning ignorance and fear
into pure evil
–
meandering river
crocodiles wait
just below the surface

slipping off toward
an indifferent future
full of the unknown
–
the future
ruthlessly becoming
the past

no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready

nervously sitting
in the theatre next to him
thighs almost touching
–
peacocks
dancing in the
monsoon rains

lacy wings dry while
the husk of its former self
tumbles to the ground
–
an oak seedling
seeks purchase
in the leaf litter