haiku

Waterlogged wood

Spins slowly in shallows as

Fresh wood rushes past

28.XI.07

Who to cook for who to please

who to speak to when

the others leave

No song to sing for small audience

No time spent with her again

comfort and quiet

at easy rest

Across the snowy mountains

with her caged cat

to the coast and new hopes

And I am exposed

to a winter that is no friend

1.XII.07


I do not want to be in a state of belief

I do not want the vacuity of non belief.

Somewhere between these

Is a fence to sit on

which simply does not exist.

-Timothy Shay