A glance from side, to side, to side; a conspiracy of eyes.
I cheat at haiku because the path to the mountain’s peak
seems wide and trodden by so many, that no one’s tracks
can be told one from the other.
I cheat at haiku because all start at the same center and
spread their wings out and onward like the yellow brick road
where the first brick is golden, and the second brick is golden,
and the third is the same as the second and the fourth is
much like the third.
I cheat at haiku because the first note makes the ears sing
and the eyes shine, and the second note makes the skin tremble,
and the third note gives depth to the first, and the fourth note
gives meaning to the notes that went before it – and leads back
once again to the first.
I cheat at haiku for that moment’s lightning that lives of itself,
for that endless moonbeam captured in a glance, for that
sigh that lives with the ship in a bottle, for that ever shining
chance, a glance from side, to side, to side; a conspiracy of eyes.
... and there she sits all shiny and new, and therefore, of
course, I must be too?