Haiku 80

outside my window
a tree stands, green leaves dancing
never letting go

Unravel

Close to midnight my mind is busy, too busy. Tumbling and turning. Writhing around. A nest of thoughts tangled, tugging.

Time to pause.

I know I should pause.

But the tug is there. The mess is waiting. Pulling at my mind.

I can’t sleep. I still can’t sleep.

I go to the garden, sit on the swing. A chill catches me. I swing into the night. Reach for constellations, patterns I know well.

I swing, legs not touching the floor. Reaching for the stars. Searching for something. Not ready to land.

If I land. I fall. Trip up on my own thoughts. They wrap me up, pull me down. Too much. Tonight. I swing. In, out, up, down. I push myself harder, reach higher. Tears roll down my face. My fractured heart aches.

The stars fade. The sun breaks. Another tired day.

Everyday, Lost

I wake. Make tea.
Sit alone, no clue.
I’m here, yet not.

Lost in the morning
waiting for the sun
to show. To shine.

Same as you. What to do.
Keep breathing. Keep going.
The fog will clear.

I sip tea, the day wakes.
My brain wakes.
It’ll be ok. Today
or another.

We’ll get there.