the parking garage

the parking garage
layers of concrete darkness
welcome me to work

tomorrow awaits

look closely beyond
the starry curtain of night:
tomorrow awaits

born to foreign lands

born to foreign lands
my whole life's journey, finding
my way back to God

creativity

creativity
trapped inside like a genie
waiting to be free

exhausted from work

exhausted from work
I step inside the sunset
leave the day behind

above, an airplane

above, an airplane
and below, a firefly
equal points of light

childhood summer

As my kids head off to camp, I can't think of a better haiku than this one by my bro-in-law Ryan Devlin to capture childhood summer.

Red Kool-Aid mustache
Bare feet scratched strong on tree trunks
Three months of freedom