Desaturated
shades of blues in my shower
Black and white haiku.
Buffeted by the
trying to sparkle
Rise fall rise fall rise
like drops of blue from above
my head; a wet mess.
Washing the gray in,
inhabiting the years I
earned pretty madness.
Nothing fades or fails ~
not water, air, light or stone…
Elemental strife,
Washing the winter away
How much have we lost?
How much have we been able
to keep and to hold?
River through my hair
ocean lapping at my feet
salt soap sea-foam dream…
