Haiku Tuesday #1

I think I’ll write haiku poems on Tuesdays, for a while.

Rain in my shoes
Where does rain come from?
From that cloud just above, son.
It’s following us!

On my skin
Hand, elbow, fingers
Chest to chest and spine to spine
Your skin is my skin

Expire

It is in our nature
to breathe
So much harder
when you’re trapped inside;
windows closed, shut off,
the only air you share is
with whoever is there.
What if you can’t breathe out?
inhale inhale inhale
until you’re fit to burst
it makes sense to get it all out
first
I was a natural, once
at this breathing trick
but it seems I’m losing the knack
I’m running low
on expiration
and I can’t handle
inspiration
How do I unlock
the cage around my heart?
No one said how hard it would be to start

Exhale

A poem from my body

Hey! You fed me a negative thought
But man, I was so hungry for your attention, that
I took it, and I grew it
That’s how you trained me

A catch, a tickle, a thirst
An ahem, a bark
No meditation for you
Cough up, until your lungs flop out and your chest feels raw

Breathe fire, I can make you do anything

No rest for you
I interrupt your air
I make you think about it
I double back on you and let uncertainty creep in

And still, you feed me
You feed me
Every minus, un-, non, and doubt

Wait a minute, the energy here in this room is strong
You feed me a little more
But it’s neutral;
Maybe it’s positive.
Whatever it is, it is still.

We’ve lost our appetite for negativity, and grief.
Together we can lift this up, turn it around,
turn it back outside in.