In the garden air

Under the box tree, I said

Will you come to me 

Wherever I am

On mountains or beneath seas

I will still trust you  

Ramsons scent the air

Wild and fecund in spring light 

Shivering bear limbs

Afternoon sunlight 

Steams through the open French doors

There is calm in light 

Hairy catkins bloom

From willow trees I planted

Springing from my hands 

In the cherry tree

Wait for you to come to me

Ever patiently

Curled up in a shell 

Tight spun yarn in twisted skeins

Bones knit together 

Do the song birds wait

For the conductors baton? 

What do I wait for? 

Sown in wild grasses 

Scrambling to the spring sun

Just let yourself grow 

Yesterday is gone 

Tomorrow will never come 

There is only now 

A kestrel watches

Starlings flock in black swarm clouds

He must fly solo

A tawny buzzard

Drawing circles around us

Take cover inside 

From inside this box

I could only see myself 

Outside I see you 

If I play this song

On a never ending loop

Will time just stand still? 

A sketch of grey twigs

 A thousand soft charcoal strokes

Always out of reach 

Distant birch trees shine

Shimmering with purple buds

Do I dare to hope? 

This roaring river

Drowns out the empty silence

And lulls me to sleep 

If I was a cat

Everything would be simple 

And I’d be alone 

Lonley shallow lives

We just pass each other by

Avoiding the eyes

Sleep is for the weak

I want to live all my life 

I’ll sleep when I’m dead

You can lift me up

Out of the sinking quagmire 

And give me new hope 

What kind of haiku 

Would a human robot write? 

Maybe soon we’ll know 

The pale spring sunshine

Full of hope and pure laughter

One missing fragment

In a blank rain cloud 

Soak it all up like a sponge

And then wring me out