HAIKU: DREAMING OF DAWN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Aren’t we all gypsies

Bohemian soul

… Feels about as light as lead

Cocooned in a sturdy shell

Of uncertain thoughts,

And steady-getting foot steps

One day I’ll break through all the faltering

I’ll burst forth in supernova fashion

Even if to be seen by my eyes alone

For now, I hoard fanciful dreams

Of green fields, bagpipes, ribbons and gypsies