
I often wander
I am the size of what I see
The end of the earth
Blast from the Past:
Never really here
My mind travels distances
I have never seen
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

I often wander
I am the size of what I see
The end of the earth
Blast from the Past:
Never really here
My mind travels distances
I have never seen

Rainbows, waterfalls,
Mist, and sun sun all come and go
In the Fiordlands
This one is about Fiordland National Park in New Zealand, one of my favorite national parks to visit in the world. I saw more rainbows there in three days than I think I did anywhere in the world, for example, and the mountains constantly shift between weather extremes throughout the day, completely changing the landscape in the process.
Blast from the Past:
The rain must be drums
Upon the water’s surface
For the fish beneath
More of my photos from Fiordland National Park:













Is the waterfall
Concerned with whether each drop
Gets all the way down?
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the Past:
Yes, waterfalls flow
Without purpose or plan but
With much direction and force
Emerging intent

Racing downwards as
Quickly as possible to
Appease gravity
Blast from the Past:
You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

// A Java Haiku
public static void
haiku(String cheese) {
System.out.print(cheese); }
Today, I felt like writing a haiku in Java. It’s a programming pun, based on the common word “string” in programming lexicon but also the idea of string cheese.
Blast from the Past:
‘ Haiku in Basic
print(five_word_sentence$)
print(five_word_sentence$+ ” and then”)
print(five_word_sentence$)

I’m my soul’s riches
No landscape but what we see
Inability to dream
Blast from the Past:
You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

Will I ever find
A contentment that will quench
My thirst to explore?
Blast from the Past:
Standing at the edge.
This is my world. What wondrous
Waterfalls await.

How many we are
What seas crash within us
Our armored contempt
Blast from the Past:
The waves keep rising
While all around clouds darken
Hope lies in the deep

Normality is
Overrated. Everywhere
I look they seek it.
Blast from the Past:
Professional survival:
Evasive banality
Good and normal lie