the village elder

Elderly man strolling alongside the street
Wearing your sweater in this oppressive heat

Where are you from; what do you think; while walking
Back and forth, to and fro, forever stalking

Where do you go when you’re not walking here
Do you live far from where I see you, or near

Peering down at the sidewalk, you plod along
No headphones, no music, to distract with song

Your purpose so mysteriously thoughtful
When our paths cross, I’m struck my you: beautiful.

photo

Helena and Josh

I love photography,
But don’t much like photos.
Clinging to memories;
Negatives–I don’t know,
Doesn’t appeal to me.
To future, and to grow,
Is preferred, honestly.
However, apropos
Of this–the irony
Is not lost on me, though;
Knowledge, maturity;
Photos offer windows
In time to the many
Circumstances that show
A glimpse: identity,
Gained ever thoroughly.

Thanks for reading.

-j

8/1/14: a haiku

Today, I would like to offer up some context to the poem, because it holds special meaning to me. Its title is the date it was written–at the outset of arguably the toughest spell in my life, but nevertheless the period of most significant growth. It was a time marked by constant thought, and restless sleep; the latter of which plagued me on August 1, 2014: a relatively temperate night spent peering out the guest bedroom window of my wonderful, inimitable friend, Daniel’s, house. It’s the only haiku I’ve ever attempted. I hope you enjoy it:

cool summer’s eve
moonbeam
removes the leaves

Thanks for reading.

-j