Bird Hospital: 8 Haiku

1

Wading upstream
I'm searching for
the waters' past

2

A bruise
from my depths
a shadow rises

3

In front of me
endless night, behind me
the museum

4

chasing birds into my mouth I fall down my throat

5

In my tomb
for a thousand years
I think of turning over

6

Turning
into a tree
does he need to fill out forms?

7

Spring night --
on the potter's wheel
a vase collapss

8

Bird hospital --
in the night
a candle fluttering