Haiku 10

Out of this nightfall two white trucks nose-to-nose, or were they always there?

Two young women kiss and just so, the storm passes… the laughter and glass.

All my life I dreamed of glory but I don’t know it sitting awake.

Raindrops fill a pond in the parking lot, size of a lake, to an ant.

The edge of the storm black, moving fast to the north, sunlight past the hill.

Ice cream, 2 am recalling how for one pint I felt immortal.

The wind in the storm just for a moment, so like a small boy’s whistle

A thing sublime, this all that can be done, is to await its return.

Homeward in the dark she remembers a good friend not seen for decades.

Curiosity leaves some of us still standing and I miss the rest.

Tiny birds, blossoms, the gardeners–how little I know of it all!

It doesn’t last, but for a few seconds I float above my raging.

Bright gleaming innards of the transparent disc case lit by the sunset.

Ticking baseboard heat awful day, today, and that’s one thing we got right.

Again I tell them God does not exist; again I get what’s coming.

Our team wins the game cars honk passing north and south the sun waits to rise.

These two enemies, I leave them at the table to share growing old.