Beneath – Page 40 – Iron Haiku

Plummet

disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed
–
ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

years of wasted time
of opportunities lost
and then you were gone
–
ancient water-
black scales sink
beneath the surface

every single day
regrettable decisions
I can’t seem to stop
–
waiting in vain-
a puddle
of streetlight

late autumn evenings-
tarnished copper trees framing
skies of polished bronze
–
crisp air-
hunting in
the night sky

an ocean of books
barely able to slake my
thirst for the unknown
–
gunmetal clouds-
stepping outside
into the deluge

the window broken-
in the unlit house glass shards
crunching underfoot
–
descending silence-
a wizened elm
uprooted

subtle subversions
deflection, misdirection-
tools of the liar
–
a rocky stream-
mockingbirds
in the wood

autumn afternoons-
leaves plucked from swaying branches
dancing in the breeze
–
overcast-
shark scales
above my head

glowing in the dark
the distant lights, reflections
off Jamaica bay
–
twilight-
each firefly
tells a story