A Lull

The following “Haiku from Index Cards” all take place in a bit of a lull.

a lull in granddad’s wake—

patterned termite holes

in sun-dried porch wood

             (written 1992, published 2022)

a lull in her hands—

the hairstylist asks

how I part my hair

             (written 1998, published 2000)

a lull in the wind—

the tips of pines

clearer in the fog

             (written 2000, published 2006)

a lull in our conversation—

maple tree roots

crisscross the moss

             (written 2006, published 2007)