Almost

we almost certainly crashed
or would have, a few seconds
between past and present
the could have waiting
itching, in the wings with its costume
of tulle, pink with impatience
and nerves.

~

RNH

lighthouse

if uncertainty lengthens the shadows
gives the black water its inky command
and you fear that you stand on the lone shore
empty of fellow hearts,
reach for my hand
and then through the loud storm, I will signal
sweep through and pilot the billowing night
and into my arms, I will take you
into a house of the everlasting light.

~

RNH

confetti trust

here, letters unfold
trepidatiously torn envelopes
like a butterfly lifting
its wings from cupped hands
and the few thousand lifetimes
we've lived, slip between us
and burst through the sky
on bright squares.

~

RNH