2025 - The Cracked Door

03/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

It’s in the ashes
I’ve the ability to
Invent a new dawn.

Blast from the Past:

Let us venture forth.
Hoist the anchor. Sail into
Abysmal failure.

Every small bump
Becomes a source of worry
But is just a bump

Blast from the Past:

Why worry about
The future? There is too much
Life to be lived now.

Gliding gracefully
Coming together as one
Two mantas kissing

Blast from the past:

School of fish chilling under my belly
Why stay here? You hungry, or
Do those swimmers scare you?

Let that brittle wind
That tells you you don’t belong
Blow the other way.

Blast from the Past:

Yes, the emperor
May have no clothes but wait until
You realize that
Everyone has been naked this whole time

Endless planks leading
To the ocean’s horizon,
How far should I go?

Blast from the Past:

I walk along the
Path that refuses to begin,
Eternal present

Tired, unable
To sleep in the airport
A walking zombie

Blast from the Past:

This wasted effort
To get some sleep that never
Really wants to stay.

Ode to that great thought
That disappeared when I went
To write it down.

Blast from the Past:

Combed inspiration
Within, but all I unearthed
Was my own sifting