You might never guess
who will be there when it counts
that's life's big surprise

Should I reveal that these are about a stomach virus?

Oinking and screeching
you knock me down to my knees
beast from my belly

You curse me as worse
than I ever feared I was
but you'll run your course

Under Haiku

Sometimes I stay home
weighted down under my fears
finding sad comfort

Under the weather;
laying in his his bed, coughing,
not yet over it

Under the surface
there lives a still and thin voice
calling out the truth

Seldom spoken word
of act quite misunderstood
Kindness is lonely

Sharpness and softness
one rests under the surface
the other on top

They'd put him under
and I prayed right beside him,
called him Superman

A lifetime ago
sadness was under her skin
till it took over

Lech Lechah, G-d said

The command: Go to your self

That is so like G-d

Haiku of Silence

Not making a sound
still and thin and loud and clear:
ear piercing silence

Silence is a fence
a fence that precedes wisdom
wisdom is presence

Silence is painful
when you wish your words were heard
sometimes that's better

Silence can hurt less
than having your words unheard
and yet that's the best

Poetry is speech
spoken in a deep silence
heard in a rare way

There's a warmth and light
inside of me from before
from before this life

When I feel pressured

I walk to the other side

step outside the stress

Diet Coke and cake
is nothing to make fun of
Better than real Coke

Over

A trajectory
passing from start to finish
over a lifetime

Mind Over Matter
Robert Klein's song and album
plays with me through life

Nothing is over
Even after it's over
Nothing is over

I get over you
over and over again
I'm not over you

I'm not over you
and we barely even met
It's not you or me

Storm 855

Violent strong winds,
disturbing thunder and rain:
tumultuous storm

Between 852-854

Into and across
our separation, something
connects between us

I stand in between
two poles labeled hide and seek
I stand in between

It's what's in between
the pauses and the spaces
It's what's in between

851

My poems are my

blankets of protection and

flotation cushions