Haiku

first up
the lark invisible
as I am

shapes are repeated
under the flow
of continuous waves

a journey
on a lichened rock
as long as it takes

the tide comes in
across a darker shore
gathering gold

tree on a slope
growing away from the wind
again and again

two leaves
to remember

stones have been folded
on bones and old faces
for millions of years

a bone-like stone
as unrepeatable as the sound
of the tide