Haikus on Emerging (from confined spaces) ...

Eye pouch hangs—dark flesh—

Above ripe belly, around

Budding limbs: next comes soon

                    Clay cracks, spilling wet

                    One root—leaves a swollen pot,

                    Thins and dries, seeking...

Bands of light combing

Rows of faces in steel tubes

Skating down dark holes…

                              Low to high, quick wicks—

                              Heat warps, cracks; lungs fill with smoke

                              Smooth as air, but black