
The dog howls upwards
Hoping its cry will make the
Thunder go away
Blast from the Past:
From their rich singing,
You’d never know cicadas
Are about to die
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

The dog howls upwards
Hoping its cry will make the
Thunder go away
Blast from the Past:
From their rich singing,
You’d never know cicadas
Are about to die

After a long day,
I have the normal ritual
Figuring out which
Of all these many switches
Turns off the lights in my room.
Blast from the Past:
Charging at the foe,
Viewing it as a fight means
You already lost

What beauty is left
By the scorching sun
After the dew fades?
Blast from the Past:
The sea, singing the
Elegy of exodus,
Surrendered us up

I race through the clouds
Of Euphoria, thinking
Work is almost done
Blast from the Past:
Tiring work to just
Stay put. The modern world is
Really a treadmill.

Nothing is harder
Than actually walking in
Someone else’s shoes
Blast from the Past:
Judging another
It is a lot of work and
Rarely worth the time.

When you look back on
Your life, your dreams and longings
Distort through time’s lens.
Blast from the Past:
The tighter my grip
The looser is my control
Life explodes from this.

Great minds think alike.
Great anthropologists ask
Too many questions.
Blast from the Past:
An aphorism:
Those who stop asking questions die inside.