One of the best things about working from home during this Time of Coronavirus is the walks I’ve taken to the pond. I’ve found myself searching for turtles, whispering “awww” at the baby ducks and geese, watching a Mother Goose perched on her nest for weeks, secretly fearing that the time has passed for her eggs to hatch, and, as in this photo, playing “peek-a-boo” to get the perfect picture to . . . yes . . . inspire a haiku. 🙂
I missed writing a haiku yesterday. Actually, I wrote one, but I’m saving it for April 28. You’ll see why when I post it.
But around 9:30 last night, right after I pulled the covers over myself, I thought, “Oh, darn! I haven’t posted a haiku!”
I weighed my options. Should I get up and write, then post a haiku and maintain my perfect record for daily haiku during National Poetry Month? Or, should I practice the philosophy of wabi sabi, and find beauty in the imperfection?
Those covers felt so good, and my pillow, so nice and fluffy. It was a pretty beautiful feeling, even though April, in more ways than one, has been far from perfect. 🙂