deer poem number 1
(9-10-7-8-8-6 haiku)

on the highway, deer are not so sure
this one slips-almost-falls on the shoulder
hooves skitter on a chalkboard
(Bambi, Thumper sprawled on the ice)
misses this swerving vehicle with pounding hearts encased/

© Tomas Trofimuk

heard rain
(february 20, 1995)

listen to the rain at 2 a.m.

out of place, drumming the metal awning
with crazy rhythms but no rhymes
with reality but no reason
pouring down in the dark mid-life of February
completely insane on the snow
falling beautiful in the night, a strange dream,
perfectly out of season/

© Tomas Trofimuk

tide

the tide of you sadd ins me
i am witness to your ebbing safely back into danger
flowing dangerously forward into safety

you flow, as crocus at last receded snow up from black soil
throw yourself, as owl's dark wings off fence post against grey sky
hesitate in the rough balance created amidst copper-blue sea

and in the sparkling frozen sift of snow at -24 Celsius
a sparrow fluffs and silences on an apple bough ridged in white
outside this window pane/
this is how you ebb
but the beating life, faint blink of heart,
is felt inside this time/

© Tomas Trofimuk