Asbury Haiku
In the grain’s crest
a wing flares….
—Stephen Sandy
Yellow day lilies
yell, candles in a bell jar.
Jarring green silence.
I weep for the me
who never was, the one
my mother saw in me.
Gateway to the stars.
Patience. Persistence. We will
stay high on trying.
Each year weaves its cloak.
We spin our sable fables.
New gray threads bind us.
Half of devotion
is reflection. I see me
in your divine eyes.
There is solitude
in infinity’s countless waves.
Everything adds up.
