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

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