Tuesday, January 23, 2018


At night our minds meet over maps
of strange towns, mazes of streets
we stumbled through in daylight.

I am lost
in your sense of place,
find myself in your parallel universe.

Then time unfurls to chase us
through shadows
into endless dreams.

Previously published on Pygmy Giant

I've also just posted a poem with similarities to this one over on my Crafty Green Poet blog, you can read it here


Bill said...

on the road . . .
the town where I was born
not on the map

Crafty Green Poet said...

excellent haiku Bill, thanks!