A means to an End

                                       I.

Face your(soul)f now

While you still have a name

Before “body” calls

II.

Maybe potential

As to say potent shall, what?

Sees us (seizes) in

III.

Place your foot forward
Knowing the ground underneath
Might soon be “home” sweet

High-cues

                                      I.

It takes years of doing

Blind to time or fatigue

Before “thanks” appears

II.

Presence feels like naught

If consumed unknowingly

                     Until the frame tilts

Haiku # I & II

I.

Footprints dangle past

Far winters echo alive

Yet, laughter erupts

II.

Thunder rods of ice

Mirror under the windowpane

As two chickadees clap