Seven Haiku

no dream was this
a grain of sand slept in my mouth
and awoke in me a pearl


four days
and for nights
still
the mousetrap waits


church on the hill tonight
totally black totally empty
just like God


first star seen tonight
kissing the seas horizon
and trawling for fish


painting her lips
with that look on her face
that self portrait


a hair in the sink
blonde
and longer than your passing


black trunks
where fire has sexed the gums
making blue mountains grey


Benjamin W Wild © copyright 2003-2008