Travel – Page 12 – Iron Haiku

pearly morning mist
the crew of eight rows as one
curling flat water
–
bulrushes-
a passing wake
laps the shore

standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm
–
rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night

exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet
–
fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path

a murder of crows
as one silently take wing
into the august sky
–
turning winds-
a crow flies
before the sun

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist
–
clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end