From this hill of old age pain
I grip the air for balance, nights
no longer friendly, sleep turns me away.
Did the sun ever rise at midnight?
Locked away in a night of loneliness
I wonder what yesterday's tomorrow will bring
and tonight will the Big Dipper pour out its stars?
Names and words cried into a nighttime pillow
dry with the dawn, shadows get lost in sunshine
and spring snowflakes dance on sparrow wings.
Alone with myself--
it's a good place to be.
Barbara Tate is an award winning artist and writer. She's a member of the Haiku Society of America. Her work has been published in Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Santa Fe Literary Review, The Heron's Nest & Failed Haiku among many others.