I can see the wind
No, not like seeing the leaves blow in the wind
I see the wind itself
It is like an octopus, with so many wispy tentacles
I can grab onto them
Each one takes me to a new place and time
I’ve been to the pyramids, I’ve seen the dinosaurs
One of the wisps led to inside a volcano
Death is a side effect of freedom
But death is only temporary
There is wind in heaven leading back to earth
There is wind underwater
I have been everywhere
I once saw a tornado
The wind spun like someone stirring soup
A sharp sound, sharper than the wind, rang out
A small child, drowning in the windy soup
He was trying to resist the wind instead of embracing it
I swam to him and carried him out
Dropped him down to safety
Some people are too weak to be free
Pristine when bought.
After 5th use, deflates slightly.
After 50th use, wrinkled.
After 500th use, empty.
Bought ten when it was on sale.
High on life.
Soul fills with irreparable holes.
Decays to nothing.
Get wooden teeth.
Fake a soul.
Fake a smile.
She smells a flower
But she is lost in the dark
Blind, in the pitch fog
He sees the flowers
They cascade before his eyes
Picks one, holds it high
She tastes the flower
Bittersweet memories burn
But ghosts cannot feel
He feels the flowers
As he falls into her grave
Heartbreak is soundless.
I hear the flowers
They tell a tragic story
A life ended here
Rearranging some words and lines, the 5 haiku from The Flowers can be given an entirely different meaning. The love of his life is dead, and unable to cope, he dies next to her in a heartbreak. The flowers here are mere witnesses.