Third Friday

Touch bottom under
heavy blue billows of sleep,
then come up for air.

Third Wednesday

Victory is
the squeak of five pairs of shoes
on a hardwood floor.

Second Tuesday

Haiku and me: both
unsettled by this warm rain
in January.

Second Monday

The pouring of tea:
life yearns for such strong graceful
poised liquid control.

Second Sunday

Outside: snow on trees,
and inside the warm kitchen,
flour-dusted bread.

Second Saturday

Weekends remind me:
minutes are not check-boxes
but cups of coffee.

Second Friday

Welcome the weekend
drinking milk with marshmallows,
tipsy with laughter.

Second Thursday

Grocery shelves: rows
of such nourishing order
reassure the mind.

Second Wednesday

I follow: motion
prompted by another's bones
and bending impulse.

First Tuesday

The crusty brown earth
longs for strong winds of March
and the rain's whispers.

First Monday

Amber liquid steam
becomes frost on the window
marking the sunrise.

Sontag Eins

Melodiously

bearing away from men the

dense weight of themselves.

Notes:

Divine liturgy.

First Sunday

Gold yolks turned grainy
with beaten froth and sugar:
metamorphosis.

Samstag Eins

Steam that languidly

rises from teacup to nose

with such sweet savor.

First Saturday

Squirrel waist-deep in snow,
powder between your dark ears,
what do you dig for?

Freitag Eins

It spins circles while

the stiff north wind blows straight lines,

the single windmill.

First Friday

clickety tap tap
ricka-ticka-ticka POP
gurgle hissss gurgle

(Mauck radiators)

Donnerstag Eins

Snow drifts trailing

on the sidewalk, pulled by the

eagerly strong wind.

First Thursday

Dark lamp-posts are stiff
against icy wind, frozen
sentinels of night.

Mittwoch Eins

Daybreak and nightfall

and an unrepeatable

cycle of wonders.