Saturday, October 4, 2008

Moving South . . .

One by one, the migration begins
at first,
unnoticed
     subtle
         unminded
             but still constant.

It leaves quickly,
           hides for a time
      slowly appears, rearing its little head
quickly chopped off, hidden beneath the surface
but still present.

It likes its new locale,
      helped by gravity
           it will resurface

Until that time that it is given freedom to grow,
seeing, finally, how many of his comrades have joined him
           softening with the days
      showing he has a new place in this world
sifting through the food that passes nearby,
and, in general, remaining defiant,

so close to his original home,
      yet so far from where he was born.
changing his landscape, aging his host,
from head to chin.

(Hope you didn't see that one coming until the end! I hope to post a photo to go along with this)

(And if it still confuses you, I was talking about my hair.)

Rolling

    Trying hard to sleep
Waves of the ocean rolling
    I fall out of bed.

(I love Haiku -- so quick a point, but still a vast image created.)