2025 - The Cracked Door

12/07/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

As the world grows big,
I feel as if everything
Runs away from me.

Blast from the Past:

The process of life
One becomes and unbecomes
Reformed with others

Decisions, decisions, decisions
Build on the crater
Of many indecisions

Blast from the Past:

The facts can depress,
Only showing the extent
We will likely fail.

Whether we’re ready
We are thrust into the world
To endure together

Blast from the Past:

You are the rain cloud
That prevents me from being
Scorched by my own sun.

I gaze back into
The “I” of each past encounter
As they become me

Blast from the Past:

The past and present
In what will they ever end
When they become one?

At the edge of who I am, I stand
Determining what it would even mean
To venture forward

Blast from the Past:

I’ve been standing on
The edge of what I have been
And what I could be.

There she goes
The woman you can
Never get

Blast from the Past:

Your heart remains cold
These words fail to rekindle
It’s dying embers.

Beautiful birds
Building their nest within the
Very Tree of Life

Blast from the Past:

Do birds sing new songs
Once they migrate to
Distant lands?