Nights power rising: tonight’s #haiku

Nights power rising

Warm air freed from the cloud’s grace

Wakefulness waning

The Pain Of Choice

It’s so easy to spin
Tumbling over, over
Losing my focus
In this maelstrom
Of possibility

For a choice requires
Leaving opportunity
Sitting in the sun
For another to grab.
What if that one
Is better than this one?
Too much of this
Is a table full of gifts
Where nothing is opened
And all potential
Evalotates into the day’s heat

Thursday Morning

​Slowly waking 

Against my will 

For life’s demands 

Cry out 

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My contribution to today’s @baffled Haiku Challenge (big)

My problems felt big
A trip to the ICU
My problems feel small

Saturday, June 1: Gratitude

Under this sunshine

Pondering fragility

And life’s strange graces


Such a strange week. Monday afternoon my son crashed his skateboard, ending up with a significant concussion and “mild” bleeding on the brain. Monday night & Tuesday were spent talking about many possible (and frightening) scenarios. Wednesday we’re talking about leaving and Thursday we made it home. Friday we joined some friends for dinner. Surreal, in the end.

Now, we only just started this journey. 45 minutes at dinner with friends exhausted him. He spent most this morning’s energy at our eye doctor’s simply getting glasses adjusted.

We’re home. His mind is mostly intact, and healing quickly. Doctors believe we’ll have 100% recovery. Looking at the possibilities, I feel deep gratitude. We escaped some brutal stuff. I’m grateful for that.