Five Haiku For You

I’ll wait for you if
you grow into yourself. Steady
like flowers—no rush.

Don’t tell me that I’ll
grow and get old, get used
to the cold. I won’t.

The sky once dreamt of
you. I’ll sleep in the clouds and
try the same. Good night.

DIRECTIONS FROM HERE:
sail the seas of life and loss,
I’ll meet you at shore.

Make me drunk, I said.
You popped a cork and held me –
There there, not so fast.