Jetlagged Wanderings

Water gathers frozen on the sidewalk; but I'm warm.
Flowers flatter fifty thousand faces that ignore
the whispered secret
longings leaking from each bud
they drip with honey sweetness,
and colors burst from dirt and sun
and burly men show meekness,
and all the world will walk on by
and rushing fail to breathe
the blissful fleeting moment: . This . Be .

All things new

After working at the bakery last night, i brought some cookies from work to one of my lovelies, and got swept up in some serendipitous plans. Whitney (lovely) was invited by an old roommate to go to an event at the Oakland museum. We quickly cooked some squash for dinner, and met up with them at his old house (which was remarkably near my house) then we went to the museum to find food trucks, salsa dancing, and the best, most creatively interactive museum I have ever been to. We only had an hour to explore, so I want to go back to the museum on the once-a-month free day.

I wrote this haiku about experiencing new things, and discovering new people:

Just then, a seed fell;
comedy of potential,
last laugh of the husk

ukiaHaiku

Haiku competition in Ukiah. Deadline on March 22!

A web connects them,
The pear and the olive trees.
I sway among friends.

Heavenly, the dew
droplets fading into fog.
Lights in the night sky;

Haiku on a rainy day

Glass, still. A mirror
Jumps up with joy rejoining
a drop of itself.