I hadn’t forgotten how much I love reading and writing haiku. I’d just sorta misplaced things.
in all those trillions
of pixellated words
I could not find the ones I sought
So today, sitting quietly and reading my new book cover to cover, I was thrilled to be able to scribble several of the little blighters in my notebook:
he flew around the world
looking for wabi-sabi,
leaving an unwashed tea-cup in the sinkit was cold this morning
with a blue sky;
now the sun shines and the blue has goneon the hilltop
against the cold sky
a single pine treein the empty apartment
a leaky tap — drip, drip –
forgotten tea-cup
And so my day went, leaving me in the early sun-filled evening with my book safely stored on the shelf, my notebook turned to a new page ready for tomorrow, and a well-chilled bottle of wine waiting in the fridge. I could get used to this.
