I’m sitting outside
beneath trees, watching the clouds
and you’re not with me
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Some of you may have noticed a significant change in the mood of many of the recent haiku posts. For me, my understanding of haiku, is that it is based in observation of the day to day. The haiku is a method of learning to be mindful, of finding the joy and beauty and divine in the every-day. The poetic and heavenly do suffuse all my days, if I pay attention and open my eyes to it.
All joy might lose meaning though, if there was nothing to contrast it against. And that is where I am lately. Jim White, a musician my brother, Kyle, introduced me to, says on his song “Christmas Day“: “Damn, what good fiction I will mold from this terrible pain.” Well, these recent haikus are more memoir than fiction, I’m sad to say. My wife and I are in process of getting divorced. I share this with you to explain why my haikus are what they are lately.
This is an awful sad process and if you’ve got any spare positive thoughts, feel free to send them in Rachel’s and my general direction.