Currents
dark mountains
waiting
for rain
tapping
through rain
the solo traveler
shadows
in the ripples
my dad’s thick hands
morning snow
today’s news reflected
on the hot toaster
waiting out death throes
to bury
the dove
somber sneezes
leaving the funeral
pollinated
all night the wind
the mountain
keeping us grounded
open heart
holding my father
my hands
crying
as he thanks me
my dad worn thin
estate sale
retrieving Great Grandma’s
journal
the shift in breeze
tracing my father
around me
his breath
chanting the notes
flute player
Chandra Kierstead Bales
All the trees: haiku and other poems (2018)
used by permission of the author