Water Haiku

Water has one taste
when thirsty and another
when I’ve drunk my fill

Another dark night

this time

sitting out on my deck.

Staring

into the unreturning blackness.

A wispy shape

loomed up beyond the deck railing.

In the simple black night

this was the most real thing around;

I could have ignored it

and I thought of doing just that;

but no,

you start filtering out that stuff and pretty soon it goes away for good.

Dare I ask: "Are you here for me?",

But, from past experience, that can be a hair whitening embrace.

So, I kept my mouth shut.

It was just me and a spirit facing each other in the dark.

I bet I scared him as much as he scared me.