Time – Page 79 – Iron Haiku

alone on the dock-
staring into the remnants
of the setting sun
–
skipping stones-
bats take wing
before the moon

standing in a queue
at the end of my patience
quite unlike this line
–
wind blown sagebrush-
the road I’m on ends
at the horizon

high above the clouds
all my worries down below
so far behind me
–
steaming tarmac-
a double rainbow
delays our flight

last minute details
awhirl with activity
all before we leave
–
fog rolling in
light rain falling
obscuring the jetway

sailing the narrows
navigating the graveyards
of nameless seamen
–
rising tide-
waves break
on hidden shoals

stalled at the crossroads
the future hinging upon
a stranger’s kindness
–
canna lilies-
the hummingbird
indecisive

walking side by side
my constant companion long
before I met you
–
ebb tide-
our footprints
in the sand

eaten alive, wedged
in the belly of the beast
resigned to his fate
–
roaring water-
the spawning grounds
await upstream

mired in my fears
a prisoner of what was
slave to what might be
–
hawk’s shadow
into a deadfall
a rabbit tail

acrid smoke rising
the ruins of our marriage
burned and smoldering
–
twilight-
our wedding vows
worn and tarnished