The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Here I sit
On my way
Forever on my way
“When are you going home?”
I have no home
I have only forward
Somewhere new, somewhere new, somewhere newA new place, new culture
New questions,
New challenges,
New places to see
One after the other
Can I remember the last one
A faint memory
As I venture into the new
Blast from the past:
The forgotten fire
Took almost nothing along
The road not taken
Up up endless stairs
Under the merciless sun
Skin slippery from sweat
Blast from the Past:
On a boat tethered
With the full moon as the
Shadows dive on down
Stuck home in the rain
While my heart roams free, yearning
For an adventure
Blast from the Past:
No one noticed how
The stone would dream
Of the sun.
The True Rulers of the Land:
The birds who always
Can find their home and the seeds
Digging into earth
Blast from the Past:
I must move
Venture to the next place
Never confined by a home
Every dish
Is an adventure.
Will it be sweat, spicy, savory
You never know
Until you bite.
Blast from the Past:
An aphorism:
If you want to really understand someone, watch how they eat a burrito.
To the man who pursues more—
Will tomorrow be worth your while?
Or just part of an endless pile?
Why should you go one more mile?
Blast from the Past:
I climb the mountain,
And now what?
There always seems to be
Another mountain to climb
Flying down the mountain
On the back of a motorbike
Bump, bump, bump throbs my butt
Each thud sliding me further back in the seat
Until I slide into the metal grate
The tiny guard preventing me from flying off the edge
Blast from the Past:
My last chance to feel.
I am this great, unstable
Mess of blood and mud
On a motorbike
Flying down the mountain as
The fog covers us
Blast from the Past:
I look out to see
Mountains no one’s ever seen.
Time to start climbing
What’s a roadtrip but
An endless excursion to
The next gas station
Blast from the Past:
New day
New drive
New trails
New hikes
Same feel
Hiked through one landscape
And then another landscape
So many landscapes
Blast from the Past:
The wild fire
Coursing through me sends me off
In all directions
If only I knew
Which path to follow