after a disappointment

I raise up my hopes

unknown, even to myself,

felled twice, rising thrice . . .

aquaintances

Came nine months later

saw one old friend, but missed three . . .

must go back again

accelerated

Starting out, I run

I've been figuring this out

I can slow down now

At times . . .

Holding the baby

may be light as her laughter

or heavy as time

I'm wondering too . . .

Limericks are fun

I guess this seems more profound

thoughtful . . . not silly

noticed while mending

Mine: small but uneven

Hers: bigger but neat

We are diff-er-ent.

in case you wondered.

So Why the Haiku?

I read some, and now they are

quick to form and post

moving in

In a new place now . . .

but it is new until when?

unpacking drags on.

get to the point

When something is short,

it is easy to run out

of room before you . . .

writing past my bedtime

I see six fish float

I wonder what to write here . . .

but now I am done