The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about nature
The ground caves beneath
Leaving us unable to tell
Where we had been
Might as well where to go now.
Our horizon has gone.
Blast from the Past:
Let your voice thunder
Out of the earth breaking up
The ground underneath
Hiking through the forest,
In search of a monkey.What’s that rustle in the bush?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a focused cat.What’s that swinging from the trees?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a scavenging crow.What’s that clamor?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s gushing water.What’s that brown figure in the bush?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s a rotting stump.Never did find any monkeys,
But in the search,
I discovered
A whole forest
Blast from the Past:
Great tree of the forest
Would stand unknown if it wasn’t
Named by cicadas
A gorgeous waterfall
A gorgeous hike
Hike through rainforest
Hike through rain
Rain will fall
Rain will end
End, please, end
End then go
Go while dry
Go, what’s next
Next comes fog
Next we drive
Drive our motorbike
Drive, mist blinds
Blind, can’t see
Blind on mountainroads
Roads turn everywhere
Roads, ascending falling
Falling temperature
Falling line-of-sight
Sights on lunch
Site to stop
Stop and wait
Stop and warm
Warmfront, rain gone
Warmed and ready
Ready to depart
Ready for home
Home, I’ll dry
Home, I’ll shower
Shower returns again
Shower but light
Light, that’s okay
Okay, keep going
Okay for now
Now, it worsens
Now, it’s pouring
Pouring down rain
Pouring onto highway
Highway floods up
Highway becomes stream
Stream, must drive through
Stream splashing water
Water not just
Water and hail
Hail on arms
Hail on face
Face this, must
Face, get home
Must get home
(This is a blitz poem about an adventure I trying to drive in Indonesia in a storm.)
Blast from the past:
Storms pass me over
Loudly erring displeasure
Just to dissipate
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?
Sitting by the fire
Staring into the flames, wondering
Whether I exist
Blast from the Past:
Camping
Where time collapses
Into the fire’s flames
Barred teeth, focused eyes
White fangs, dripping with
Your blood
Blast from the Past:
Lay awake then rise
The sun will soon return, to
Reveal your demons
How the earth becomes
Infinite in all of its
Endless finitude
Blast from the Past:
The waters flowing
Into the place out of which
It originates
Thunder questioning
The stones, arraigning the sky
Calling to judgment
Blast from the Past:
Maybe our stars are
Genuflecting to us for
Propping them above
In the midst of the
Fire of presence is a key
For the door of life
Blast from the Past:
A cleansing fire
Out of which will grow
The mightiest of oaks
Orange leaves cover
The ground in February,
Baked in intense heat
(A reflection on the current weather in Northeast Thailand, where it is getting hot yet many trees loose their leaves. This feels different from the winters in the US that I am familiar with)
Blast from the Past:
I lie in the shade
Of your blistering haiku
No rest from the heat