Portland Haiku

late again it seems.
body struggling for sleep.
my eyes grow heavy.

spring light breaking through,
pushing clouds, sending rain bursts.
life trembles anew.

again, it is late.
i’m still awake, befuddled
as to why that is.

holding on thursday,
just a minute more to go.
friday peeking in.

off to bed early!
hah! life intervenes again.
sigh, i’m still awake.

my d-20 rolls,
like nothing you’ve seen before.
my crit threat brings pain.

clarity rushes.
hot water falling around.
ritual cleaning.

a glass of red wine
brings the work week to its end.
crimson sips passing.

eyes stare up at me,
with unconditional love.
i am lost in them.

freed from the circle,
i spin happily around,
not minding a thing.