Page 14 – The Cracked Door

06/14/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

You Know You’re Aging When:

You’re unsure whether
To feel glad or sad about
What now excites you.

Blast from the past:

Why do our bodies
Fall apart right as our minds
Discern who we are?

I’m the setting sun
Descending over the
Light of tomorrow

Blast from the past:

Out of nothing came
Everything, from one spark the
Entire universe

Death is just in how
Upon all it dispenses
The same injustice.

Blast from the past:

Stalking on its own terms,
Receding when you contend,
Death is a coward.

The abyss is real
But not for me. Though I like
Picnics on its cliff.

Blast from the past:

After this, my song
Will become another herald
To guide this blind world.

I am the shifting
Wind that you have never been
Able to grasp

Blast from the past:

The wind blows away
Your dandelion wishes
Before you can try

Staring, just staring
There’s nothing to look at but
I can’t look away

Blast from the past:

I’m a little head-
Scratching mess with a tinge of
Existential angst

In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.

Blast from the past:

Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.

Tomorrow shouts back:
“You wasted your clear, bright day
Thinking about me.”

Blast from the past:

What if you got it
All, only to find it was
All you were after?

We are like seashells,
Echoing the universe,
If you listen in

Blast from the past:

Talking and talking
Not listening to the world
Of the other

In the world beyond
Thinking and overthinking
It is all too much

Blast from the past:

Sometimes I think that
I’ve really been thinking that
Thinking’s overrated.