The Silent Haiku

The phone does not ring,
and so he sits at his desk,
and dreams of the moon.

The Poem at the Edge of Love

They came from opposite worlds.
He was going one way
and she another.
And when they met
at the edge of the cliff...
They looked.
They saw.
They did
not
fall...

in love.

Though they did love each other.
For that moment.
And then they went
back to their respective homes.
Alive.

The Poem for My Friend Scott

Once upon a time,
in the land of Soviet Russia,
Stanislav Petrov
had to work a double-shift
because someone else
had called in sick.
His job was to monitor
a satellite screen—
and should things get sticky—
push the RED BUTTON.
This was back during
the second Cold War,
right before big hair
made it really big.
It was also the day
after my 12th birthday,
when I was still small enough
to squeeze through my milk chute.
Well, on this particular day,
the man’s screen turned blood red,
and an alarm loud enough
to raise the dead blared—
apparently those pesky Americans
were sending five missiles
straight at Russia,
and Stanislav was one touch away
from sending the world
into a nuclear war...
and perhaps oblivion.

But he kept a cool head.

He analyzed the situation
and realized it didn’t
make much sense
that the US would attack
with a mere five missiles,
so he decided to trust his gut,
and he

didn’t

push

the

red

button.

He saved millions of lives
and possibly the Earth’s future.
I’m sure glad that fine Russian scientist
didn’t panic that day,
otherwise I might have died
with my ass stuck in a milk chute.