A Long Haiku of Love
Sharing a smile
with a stranger
forgetting to be afraid
folded in your arms
I am a child again
laughing.
love hides in the flowers
of the syringa tree
surprising me each spring
a window seat over Africa
red dust roads
aching in the sunlight
sharing a meal with strangers
under a syringa tree
barefoot in God’s garden
where fat bellied secrets
sprout from the seeds
of lost words.
