Global Haiku • Fall 2016
Dr. Randy Brooks

Snapshot

by
Shannon Netemeyer

dedicated to Glen and Robbin Netemeyer

I typically find my inspiration from past experiences and mental pictures I have kept close throughout the years. This is why my collection is named "Shapshot."

the runt of the litter
playing
in a separate puddle

on the walls
my shadow dances
by candlelight

lanterns float
into the night sky
mistaken for stars

lowering him into the ground
my heels
follow suit

in the quiet of midnight
the carousel
begins to move

travelling carnival
         like a polaroid
         in the morning mist

winter night
he touches my arm
goose bumps

night so silent
can you hear
the snow fall

in the old barn
a black crow
stares down at me

seeing you at the door
I remember
your funeral

digging into
my back
train tracks

alone in the chapel
replaying
an old voicemail

constellations inviting me home
having forgotten the color
of night sky

silent night
tiptoeing
through the front door

holding up a frame
to the old farmhouse
snapshot

morning walk
to the mail box
sipping her tea

last to leave
the pastor
lights a candle