121. Now I Want To Be Him

It's funny when you
Live long enough to want to be
Someone you scoffed at.

The poem doesn't really capture the experience that well, but I wanted to write something anyway. I used to have a boss whose mind was so fertile that he had to constantly run around handing out ideas and asking his subordinates to run with them. Some of the ideas were fantastic, some were not; but he, and we, couldn't always tell which was which until later.

120. Taking Stock

Setting out on a
Path that has waited my whole
Life: am I ready?

Well - am I? I guess there is only one way to find out.

119. Something Like An Ocean

Through loving eyes lies
Something like an ocean of love
Glimpsed from a porthole.

Okay, so it's not actually a haiku. It's still something I am thinking about - those moments in life in which something touches you, not on the quotidian level but deeper, in your core, and you can feel its connection to something massive, and all-girding. Happens to me with some frequency; I hope it happens to you too.

118. Boxes and Panes

Yesterday was wet;
Not cold but blustery
And lashed with rain.

Today, we all sit
Inside as the sun gently
Gilds the city with warmth.

Each in this box stares
At our own pane of light and
Ignores the warm sun.

Okay, so that's a little unfair, and it's three haiku linked rather than one, but something about sitting inside on a sunny spring day must be rankling me; and then most likely looking around and seeing all these people, me in cluded, staring into our own private windows in a shared space makes me wonder if computers aren't a bit . . . overrated.

It's time for a good thwack of day hiking methinks.

117. Fate and Destiny

Why is Destiny
Such an intriguing concept?
I would like to choose.

116. If East Was Dawn

If East was Dawn, and
South was my right hand, what then
Would be sinister?

Reading about PIE, and their words for their Gods, and their directions, and frankly, I like their word for West the best: it translates to 'evening'. What have we lost?

115. A Day Before the Races

A day till races;
But feels like the merest step,
My toes still broken.

Good luck, marathon runners.

114. Dedicated now

Dedicated now,
To chasing -- beyond, above
All else -- one clear path.

Yes, I am doing my work.

113. Home Again Is Good

Travel and travail
Keep life fascinating, but
Home again is good.

I'm glad to be home again with a nice elf.

112. Alone Ain't Lonely

Alone ain't lonely
It ain't the same thing at all;
Solitude clears mind.

I'm actually kind of lonely at the moment, but I'm always really aware that most people don't work like I do on this subject.

111. Buffeting Tables

So, okay, smiting
A table with a mighty
Buffet might be fun.

That was so totally not at all punny.

Sheesh.

110. Hey, A Good Latte!

Hey, a good latte!
A little bitter but all
The same: huzzah! Woot!

You know you're spoiled when there are entire metropolitan areas that cannot make espresso drinks to your taste.

109. Russian History in the Coffeeshop

What sort of rule for
Immense, diverse, fractious
Russia but strongmen?

Apparently, the Germans offered to sell Stalin his son back for several captured German generals. He refused; the son was killed. He and Ivan the Terrible would have had much to discuss.

108. Straight Up Whusky

Straight up bourbon and
Pabst Blue Ribbon and open
Mike blues jam: good fun.

107. Trying to Be Here Now

Is it even true
That there's a you who can
Receive the present?

Or is it all just
An illusion that we fill
In with our crayons?

So, okay, it's mostly just a break from doing other things. Are you what you do? What you don't do? What you eat? Who your friends are?

Warmup

Returning is nice,
Though it's been a long time, yet
Somehow just feels good.

Project round two.