So, I didn’t stop at 100. I’m still working, I’m still getting up every day and rushing to get out running, come back and make breakfast and lunch to bring to work, get in the car and drive to arrive on time at some meeting. The imagined days of waking whenever my body wants, slowly sipping my cappuccino and contemplating what to do with the waves of time washing over me have yet to come. In this still-hurried life, haikus work. The bit of creative space they carve out in my brain is just right. So, another.
One Reply to “Another Haiku”
Good one. Savor the moment.