Up There Haikus

Go up the mountain

Air is breathable up there

There are no footsteps.

Climb up the old rock

Crawl up the tummy for milk

Nowhere else to go. 

Walk barefoot on me

Let me hold you up this time

Your path is divine. 

She hikes to the sun

Keeps her hair in a knapsack

Nature’s bride in bloom.

Pray alone up there

Where there is no one to hear

Souls speak in silence. 

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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