Thunder haikus

Kisses on eyelids
like raindrops, more, many more
kisses like wet stars


The sky groans, so long
since last released, dripping wet
flashing everyone


After the rain, who falls?
Gods, men, angels and devils?
What grows, what comes next?


She moves off, thunder
in the far, like god or love
faint ghostly echoes


Today, someone leaves
to thunder, arcs light the way
while others arrive


If thunder brought you
kisses like yesterday's rain
would you recall me?


Lightning rainbow pure
white fills the sky, letting loose
liquid thunder tears


The gods roll big dice
close at hand, while the losers
weep for lost chances

Space

I try to imagine all the space
she would have grown into
pink baby shoes, leotards, size 6 heels
the depression
in her chair from sitting
liters of sports drink, drunk post-soccer
hair clips, shampoo bottles, ear plugs

my hands are still
empty, a few seconds of seven pounds
nearly fifteen sun circuits since
and I yet wonder
what words would have filled the space
when I tucked her in at night