Some trees are worth
pulling over,
hazard lighting,
and breathing
deep for a few,
celestial seconds.

I believe in:

1) thank-you-card
Karma 
and
2) friends who demand more
than one-word-responses
and
3) over-hyphenating

everything.

I only square my shoulders
when I’m scared.
My chin is up to tilt the tears
back into my eyes.
Clenched fists shake
less visibly.

“Being brave” is looking brave:
something you only need+
when you’re afraid.

I want to sleep but
my thoughts are all in haiku
it is distracting

See! Poetry is
impossible. And that moment
was death.

I don’t take it back,
though:

These drops were
snowflakes.

1) Happy Birthday to me
from the planet
….. /God.
2) A promise from God to never
flood the earth again.
Irony: I was getting rained
on taking this picture.
or
3) A promise from God to, one day, burn
this planet to one,
massive, orbiting
lump of charcoal.

My life has been full
of thousands of experiences
that I didn’t know
how to understand,
or I just wasn’t
ready. I’m growing to love
the feeling of seeing or hearing or
experiencing something that was already
there in a new,
different way and, finally,
being ready to understand.