The Reckoning - A Haiku stack - Micah Klassen
/The Reckoning - A Haiku stack
Words - Micah Klassen
up too early. tired.
a little jealous he gets
to leave, I swim on—
alone. upstream. I
regurgitate swallowed sighs
between the hours of
eight and five thirty;
I fight torrents of toddler
tears, I wade through mess—
wipe dirt-smeared cheeks and
grubby fingers. I am an
attorney of sorts;
I adjudicate,
negotiate, I appease,
referee— solve cold
cases with warmth and
force myself to reckon with
“why”. why? I chose this
route. so I bury
my dreams in the soft skin of
your neck; you tilt your
head heavenward— eyes
curved like crescent moons, crinkled
with delight— and scream
as I tickle you.
Bio:
A full time New Zealand born Mama of two, she began sharing poetry after the birth of her second son as an outlet for processing the beauty and pain of early motherhood; She quickly fell in love with a fast-growing online community of fellow writers and poets, and her work has since been published in various anthologies and magazines. She is currently residing in and writing from Vancouver, Canada!
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