Lord help me, I’m writing poetry again. It’s a terrible year, and somehow verse feels like a proper response, a way to grapple with emotional turmoil with the most efficiency and directness. Today I’m thinking about haiku and giving myself the challenge to focus on the classical elements by including a reference to the natural world, an exploration of a specific, tactile moment, and a instant of quiet revelation. Here’s today’s result, inspired by what I saw on my morning walk.
No hawk no, squirrel–
Just a bushy, severed tail
Curled in fresh cut grass.