Everything Is Poetry
Disparate haiku for sleepy days
Fatigue has me pretty sluggish this week, in both body and mind. So I’ve rounded up some haiku I wrote in the past but haven’t shared here. They’re unrelated, but I like the way they sit together.
the freedom to fly to be a bird on the wind sun-blessed with wild heart * earth-dusted hands reach for flowers as yet unseen memories in bloom * jewel-bright eyes open everything is poetry new days are dawning * dappled light through leaves warmth moving across the sky this is transition * carpet of yellow tiny petals all askew afternoon delights * dirt under my nails earth's skin clinging to my own growth is slow, but sure
WEEKEND POTPOURRI:
Currently on repeat (I’ve been waiting for this album forever):
A(nother) poem:
PROBLEMS WITH HURRICANES
By Victor Hernández Cruz
A campesino looked at the air And told me: With hurricanes it's not the wind or the noise or the water. I'll tell you he said: it's the mangoes, avocados Green plantains and bananas flying into town like projectiles. How would your family feel if they had to tell The generations that you got killed by a flying Banana. Death by drowning has honor If the wind picked you up and slammed you Against a mountain boulder This would not carry shame But to suffer a mango smashing Your skull or a plantain hitting your Temple at 70 miles per hour is the ultimate disgrace. The campesino takes off his hat— As a sign of respect toward the fury of the wind And says: Don't worry about the noise Don't worry about the water Don't worry about the wind— If you are going out beware of mangoes And all such beautiful sweet things.