Two months ago I recognized how much my consulting jobs have cut into my time and whatever space I was finding in my mind for writing and creative concentration. I remembered that while I was still working at the Coalition I started the practice of writing a haiku everyday as a way to stay in touch, however briefly, with daily creativity. Not that my work in the movement to end violence against women hasn’t always had a strong element of creativity, but it’s not the same as writing down the constant scroll of language translating experience in my mind.
Two months later I’m admitting to myself that the gravitational pull of work has landed me back in a place where much of my mental energy is expended helping organizations and projects further their work to address domestic and sexual violence. It’s not a surprise. No one is emailing me and calling me asking for the next poem or essay or book. People are emailing and calling and asking me to do consulting work. I get paid, I get praised, I get absorbed.
So back to that Haiku Habit idea from two months ago. I’ve hardly written a haiku since, but today as I got ready to be away traveling for a job, knowing that the first real frost may finally arrive while I’m gone, I decided to let the turn of the season turn me back to at least a small space for poetry in my head every day. I hope it lasts.
Haiku Habit II
Late garden basket
Last cascade of summer porch
Frost’s chapter opens.