
Tired, unable
To sleep in the airport
A walking zombie
Blast from the Past:
This wasted effort
To get some sleep that never
Really wants to stay.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Tired, unable
To sleep in the airport
A walking zombie
Blast from the Past:
This wasted effort
To get some sleep that never
Really wants to stay.

Over the hustle of cars and people,
A lone train softly glides by,
Dividing the flurry
From the still high-rises above
Blast from the Past:
Nomadic, exile,
Traveling, adventurous,
Migrating movement

Finally alone
With the time now to wonder where
Everybody is
Blast from the Past:
Flag on the mountain
Temple of my familiar
Tattoos on the heart

On the plane leaving
The city I have lived in
For the last five years
Many adventures,
Many frustrations, many
Lessons flow beneath me

I am standing here
In front of the horizon
Of why and why not
Blast from the Past:
“What do you want to do today?”
“I want to drive for hours and hours until our car breaks down over the edge of the sunset.
To escape from this world they have built for us.”

On the boat charging
Onwards into that great darkness
From which only the crew knows where it leads
Blast from the past:
Unfathomed darkness
Sliding in, circling around
Where will this take me?

I reach an abyss
I can’t see, filled with joy that
I’m afraid to see.
Blast from the Past:
Clinging to my sails
Or casting myself into
The unfathomed depths

I want to travel
To the land where the fireflies
Are eating rhinos.
Blast from the Past:
I have my dreams here,
If only I could force myself
To believe in them

There where the world ends,
Even there stands the promise
Of a great rainbow
Blast from the Past:
Journeying to the
Eight corners of the cosmos,
The butterfly flies

Skipping stones into
The Patagonian wind,
It throws them right back
Blast from the Past:
Here as always
Skipping stones beyond
The edge of the world