Sunday, June 12, 2016


I once trusted
every standing bridge
I came to,

that it would hold,
carry me over
to the other side.

Now, I doubt.

At each crossing,
a hesitation.

Experience has taught me
wolves dwell among the sheep,
chaff remains midst the wheat.

Rotten planks.  Weak foundations.  Slippery stepping stones.

My eyes have fooled me
more than once
on this account.

But fear won’t have a stranglehold
around the neck of my indecision.

I’ll keep walking
even when I have to close my eyes
to see.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

Monday, June 6, 2016


I’ll admit it.  It doesn’t feel much like love when I’m doing it.  Laying out bread, layering meat, cheese, lettuce.  Slicing apples.  Refilling water bottles.  Granola bars.  Crackers.  Daily packing lunches to be eaten by hungry kids the next day just feels like a task.  And one I often feel like not doing.  But that’s love, isn’t it?  And my kids never wonder if and when they will get their next meal.  Never.  With tears, I am grateful for this privilege I dismiss as monotonous duty.

the happiest chirp
at the freshly filled feeder
humbled, I’m quickened

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

Note:  I believe my haiku to be classified as more of a senryu since it includes the human element with nature/season.  Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, May 31, 2016


Image © 2016 Jennifer Wagner


are for falling
like i do
into you,

knee-deep and
head over—
for healing

winter’s ragged,
jagged bones
and just

to make you smile

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner