(Written between September and the beginning of November, 2020. I kept the original order of composition mostly intact; I thought it was sort of interesting to follow the ceaseless swaying of the spirit from silly to somber, brave to fearful, personal to universal. Through the pandemic, the problems of two nations and some more, health issues, growing pains (a constant for the regressive) and, most recently, the suffocating horror of the Izmir earthquake, I wrote some forty-five of these, barely realizing I was working on them. After the first trials, I can say I am keen on both the process and the product, which is a diary of the days, but a diary that isn't really mine.)
napping in the sun
a fat fly finally stirs
maybe so should I
this evening’s report
three contrails, four geese, two hawks
one human watching
they're so much at home
lavender stems in a vase
yet I never am
clouds snaking in line
sidling up to the hot teapot
I let the chill come
pools of light moving
early morn’s dumpster diving
on a beat-up bike
just the sound of this
pencil scratching till I look up
and lo, it’s light out
should it be this hard
to be left alone, afloat
with a book and the rain?
no lover no child
youngish unless near the young
must be a poet
wet circles crisscross
golden bubbles swim upward
I swear this beer smiles
pay to spend money
a survey each time you spend
under laughing stars
I’m so lazy I’m glad
fall showers water the plants
on my balcony
puddle on the roof
shivers gray to gold under
a hesitant storm
hissing skies darken
the city seeks the day’s end
can’t I linger more?
when I’m out of time
at the day’s end is when I
hunger most for life
a bed of dry leaves
impossible for squirrels
to fight discreetly
for all the living
falling silent to hear all
the dead with soft smiles
first snow of the year
the morn unveils a full moon
with a jokester’s laugh
I am a painting
framed and tilting to the left
so should the whole house
November’s fly soars
with a drunken buzz, knowing
and not knowing the end
(Winter haiku next, with some luck...)
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