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2020 Haiku-a-Day

January 1, 2020

On first day of year
Fading light silhouettes trees
New is old is new

1/2/20
At home for five days
Stooping for paper, bird song
Pierces isolation

1/3/20
Accelerating
4 am worries torment
Infection can spread

1/4/20
Last minute concert
Circumstances conspired
Past skips into now.

1/5/20
Hitting the water
Worries start to take over
Instead send prayers

1/6/20
Purple thunder sounds
Come from his didgeridoo
Ah, he breathes easy.

1/7 Dream
Bright gossamer skirt
flares end of agave didge.
Breath visible.

1/8
Testosterone wars
Where have all the flowers gone?
Finger earth for seeds.
 
1/9
Tranquil pool today
Floated, sending out prayers
A root in water.
 
1/10
Create new habits.
Miracle if humans can.
King tides though, come true.
 
1/11
Wet morning sidewalks
Red tree leaves sparkle in sun
Note: this, too, will change
 
1/12
 How does word get out?
Endless workshops to help me
Still, I must do work.
 
1/13
AD makes me slow
I swallow urge to hurry
Digestion varies.
 
1/14
Lost temper today
No point. He cannot recall
Enough to adjust.

1/15
Mundane fills my mind
Care provider cancels shift
Hup, hup get to work

1/16
Wind howls discontent
What are we humans doing?
I sit and listen.
 
1/17
Deep dive with whale guide
Expansion through connection
My dimensions grow.
 
1/18
Diverse women march
In Oaktown spirits rise
Buoys my painful hip.
 
1/19
Grandson making dough
Offers to cover more hours
Maybe I can breathe?
 
1/20
 MLK warns of
Power without compassion
In dark can see stars.
 
1/21
Yucca wants to spread!
Multiplies invisibly
Voracious roots suck.

 

1/22
Wet everywhere
Where does so much pee come from?
Surprise! More laundry.

1/23
Strange day, not as planned
AD with low blood pressure
Watchful attention. 

1/24
Clinging to what was
Resisting possible change
No space for surprise.

1/ 25
Young black man hustling
Books door-to-door, smiling bright
Unconscious anger.

1/26
Light breeze dries clothes
Time for planting and pruning
Birds getting busy.

1/ 27
Toilet is running
Opens the door to trouble
All pipes shot, old bones.

1/28
Books used to be gold
Precious, heavy, sparkling
I sink to ditch them.

1/ 29
Life flows by blurry.
Where has my focus, drive gone?
Years lost forever.

1/30
Costco overwhelms.
Strangers in a big stark store
Someone grows mushrooms.

1/31
Artichoke dug out
Gravel pit will take drainage
Feed to aquafer.

2/2
Wind gusts around me
Drying the laundry but good
My mind a milkshake.

2/3
Shake mind: homeless friends,
High crime without punishment,
Mortal body quirks.

2/4
People come and go
Switch for outside got turned off
My house not my own.

2/5
My stomach turns, sour 
Will not survive election
Can Country turn big?

2/6
Thoughts turn to money
In 3-5 a.m. range
Fear lays waste to sleep.

2/7
Way to keep things out
Blowing in insulation
This psyche needs that.

2/8
My mood is lifting
Something about sunshine, warmth
Weeds never give up.

2/9
Viviane lies curled
Against cruel winds of change
Hibernates and rests.

2/10
Signs, we think, lead us
through Tilden to estate sale
Coyote finds us.

2/11
Plasticity’s good
Plastic’s immortality
Unforeseen evil.