Universes, Drifting: A Temporal Haiku Collection

We capture little moments of friendship, revelation, beauty, and stillness while exploring the brief and transformative form of haikus.

staircase—
constant movement 
of new faces

footsteps rippling
into sound—
the rhythm of raindrops 

a new wash on
my lips, perhaps berry or brown
let’s try again

snapshots of last september
conversations lost
in the lunch courtyard

soft crunch of
autumn leaves
drifting cherry blossoms

during a sunshower
white keys
from my neighbor’s piano

shoreside—
younger me holding
mason jar 

sleek in black and grey
I stretch like we all used to
breathing in the day

I hit the green button 
to hear friends, many miles away,
we squeal on the street

in a charter bus
i watch two geese 
cross the road

by the river creek 
two names fading
on a paper boat 

every month I trim 
my nails—cut
down memory

lemon berry buttercream
16, 21, 24 candles
a flame for one

marking my progress
with pen on paper
my feet on the floor

new mascara bottle—
I watch an eyelash fall
in the bathroom mirror

I click on a flight
picturing the faces
I’ll see at the end