Distance – Page 6 – Iron Haiku

the day’s writing gone-
a vast expanse of paper
waiting on the muse
–
pen to paper-
the clock again
rolls over

can’t tell from here if
I’m inside looking out or
outside looking in
–
midnight musing-
maybe I’m the one
in the mirror

much more so than life
death will be my defining
characteristic
–
a cold rain
the bus arrives
to take me back home

taunting the punters-
precariously balanced
just before the plunge
–
the village fete-
powdered sugar
dusts my shirt

the canvas of dusk-
low amber clouds dry brushed on
an indigo sky
–
afternoon clouds-
dappled hillsides
painted by the sun

bedding down the coals-
the warm glow of the campfire
keeps the wolves at bay
–
the full worm moon-
glowing yellow orbs
in the shadows

sight not born of eyes-
I see every detail of
the shape of your soul
–
winter morning-
the smell of your pipe
still lingers

married to the road-
leaving you for months on end
for my asphalt bride
–
ragtop down-
the highway
a siren’s song

slowly cooling sheets
echoes of the alarm clock-
bare traces of you
–
cold sunrise-
I wake up
alone

afternoon sunlight
casting long winter shadows
through the evergreens
–
woodland trails-
a scrim of ice
underfoot