
Get off while you can.
You were never that good at
Riding high horses.
Blast from the Past:
I know too much to not know that I know too little about your situation to judge it.
(An aphorism)
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

Get off while you can.
You were never that good at
Riding high horses.
Blast from the Past:
I know too much to not know that I know too little about your situation to judge it.
(An aphorism)

Tears, smears, fists, and gists
I work and hurt, shrug and hug,
Reeling and healing
Blast from the Past:
Words words words words words
Words words words words words words words
Words words words words hug

Too much excitement
Late at night and now I can’t
Drift back into sleep
Blast from the Past:
Lying in bed
Trying to count my way to
Infinity…

Sleepy morning when
I can finally relax
After so much fun
Blast from the Past:
As I return home,
There is nothing for me, yet
There is everything

There at the water
That all animals must drink,
The crocodile waits
Blast from the Past:
The frog leaps forward,
The first to charge forth and get
Splattered by a car

A night of bad sleep,
Then a day of much driving
What else till I can rest?
Blast from the Past:
Another day gone.
Unconsciousness welcomes me
Just for a while.

Sitting in the sun
A cool breeze blowing as we eat
Oysters in the bay
Blast from the Past:
Oh how we help catch
Each other’s breath on the days
We rush everywhere

Ever-present heat
Blankets you in mugginess
All throughout the day
Blast from the Past:
Slick yet cracking skin
The dry sun ages young hearts
Dreams dissolve in heat

I stare at the screen
Pure blankness, taking in the
Pleasures of boredom
Blast from the Past:
Technology may
Kill creativity by
Killing our boredom

Old memories haunt
As an oozing infection
If you don’t tend to them
Blast from the Past:
It’s like a ghost
That’s been following us both
Vague and unseen