How did you get in
and how long have you been perched
at my kitchen sink?
Do not be afraid
O small intrepid brown wren
Though I know you must
And tell you, I must
the only way to free you
is to frighten you
away from the glass
toward the wide open door
Please forgive the chase
I'm sorry we can't
explain civilization
or clear view windows
~dkm 25/52
I was afraid of
exactly this when I switched
to weekly haiku
That I would forget
not to notice but to tell
of the noticings
The act of seeing
things I'd never slowed enough
to attend before
is now imprinted
in the overt actions of
my daily routine
But six days I skip
the elusive wish to put
pencil to paper
Though I grieve over
the losing of such white hot
writing intentions
it can be enough
to be graced with the moments
of fine noticings
This, for instance. This
jelly-like growth that looks like
a brown cabbage leaf
~dkm 24/52
