Page 3 – The Cracked Door

03/22/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

The cliff faces shine
Against the waters of the
Rice paddies below

Blast from the Past:

The shooting star glides,
The last piece of the jigsaw
Filling in the sky

Trying hard does not
Guarantee success, but it
Does make failure worse

Blast from the past:

Some call it half full.
Others, half empty. For me,
It is the wrong cup.

Life is a song played
Slow and beautiful as it
Fades into silence.

Blast from the past:

Some days I listen
To the wind. The sound that will
Outlive human life.

I walk out the door
From the place that been my home
For the last few days.

Blast from the past:

Dignity, passion,
Autonomy are never
Worth a mere paycheck

I fell in love once,
But I could not stay in love
With who you became

Blast from the past:

Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it

Intellectual veneer,
Underlying obsessions
Multiple constructs

Blast from the past:

Static management
“Meritocrat” politics
Nothing you can do

All I had was white space
Flight plans
Videos made
People to meet
Just enough to
Crash and burn

Blast from the past:

In one’s inner drive
Lies social expectations,
What’s the difference?

When death comes for me,
I want to walk through that door
Brimming with the wonder
Of bride who took
The world in her arms

Blast from the past:

Stones and pottery
Once teeming with life
Now encased forever

Do sheep dream of counting me?

Blast from the past:

People are usually nice when you treat them like a person.

He sits there napping
On the curb, his feet splayed out,
His back against his bags,
A reminder that this place
Is a vortex of isolation

Blast from the past:

Wisdom is what you seek
When you have too much money
And time on your hands