2026 - The Cracked Door

02/22/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Hanging upside down
Teaching her baby how to
Do a belly roll

Blast from the Past:

Maybe the fish sing
Symphonies under the water
That we cannot hear

In this strange world,
What hope can we find beyond
What we bring with us?

Blast from the Past:

Hope is like a life
Preserver: though it may bob
It never sinks down

Their gateway to hell
Bland hallway to pastel rooms
Painted by slave’s blood

Blast from the Past:

All that is hidden
Is not always revealed, but
Is always present.

Chill under a tree
Sitting and cracking open
A nice coconut

(The sun bear I saw today had the right idea for how to spend a rainy day here in the Bornean rainforest.)

Blast from the Past:

Retreat from the noise
Of a cluttered world crammed in
A barrel of greed

Ants run about like
The flurry of activities
That amounted to
Not much that the one you loved
Would perform every day

Blast from the Past:

There is nothing
More fascinating than
Another person

A day of rest and
Maybe a nap if only
I could fall asleep

Blast from the Past:

Nothing like a song
With engaging lyrics to
Inspire a haiku.

The peaks emerge from
Their veil in the clouds as if
To say, “Peek-A-Boo!”

Blast from the Past:

For each mountain I climb
There is always another
Mountain behind it