haiku

Amish-builtin the meadow -- once a shednow a studio

in my mindi'm already at the shore in Sacoin October

cabin by the lakerefuge from a busy life--peaceful anxiety

seedless watermelonplastic-wrapped on styrofoamprefab produce

humidity so hightwo ravens just flew past medoing a breaststroke

guiding me downstairsthe soft light of my phone screen4:13 a.m.

smokeabove the lake--waterspout

disc golf disruptedphones are screeching--tornado warning

pine trees sway--a steady breezecools the house

old man throwing discsshirt matted to his body--humidity

grey-hair strugglesputting his body on displayat the beach

up at 3amcontemplating life and death--blood draw at 8

striving not to beone of those people whose deathmakes the world better

in the junk drawerthe weird-looking tooli can't throw away

blueberry bushhalf-visible through the windowblowin' in the wind

drowsing on the sillignoring birds and squirrelsorange cat

circle in the sandslowly erased by the tide--uncreated

dark clouds unleash rain--river rises, overflowsreclaiming stolen land

Independence Daywhen floods cancelled the cookoutsin Kerr County

natural gardenin the clearing by the pathwild strawberries grow