Three haiku today, born of things that have happened to me (for, as the great Terry Pratchett would say, a given value of “happened”) this week. Probably a bit cryptic; I will explain them later.

He stood up alone,
With just his voice; listening
Grew like a flower.

Time’s passing marks me.
You can see here on my skin
What I have loved.

The universe speaks.
I am afraid, for I know
One day I must hear.