Day 96: Day Haiku
It seemed about time for another round of haiku (and if haiku isn’t really your thing, please go back one post and read Spring by Mary Oliver… its lovely).
As with my day of haiku-ing in the Los Angeles airport, I don’t know if these are traditionally accurate. But they do follow that beloved 5-7-5 system.
Awake for hours, they
play in the grey morning light
as you drift and sigh.
Smooth cords and slick screens
on each wooden slat. Smells like
caffeine and laughter.
Dishes pile and things
fall to the ground. They stay, for
a long walk awaits.
Cool blue and warm white
soothe to you sleep while the Earth
spins into morning.