spiders perched on branches
listening to the songs of ants
forest in a flowerpot

wings outstretched
sketching patterns
only it can see

peaceful palettes
drifting high above
narrow, selfish minds

foliaceous fingers
strumming
the strings of the breeze

the bare peach tree sleeps
and dreams
of reaching beyond the clouds

I’m drifting downstream,
Riding the river of thoughts
Where ideas sing

I’m in the kitchen
And craving a late night snack.
I am being watched.

Haikus are perfect
Because they cater to our
Short attention spans.

Extreme overload
Of negative energy
Melting my focus.

Love is all around
But disregards my presence
And leaves me alone.