And just like that, April’s a wrap. Thanks for joining me, friends, whether you read along or wrote a few haiku yourselves. Each year, even as I have to scratch my lines out last minute at bedtime, even as I press enter on a real clunker or two, I’m grateful for the practice, and for the reminder that magic is everywhere I’m willing to notice it.
I have to admit that this year there were days that magic felt like quite a stretch. There is so much noise and cruelty and recklessness at play. So much dismantling of what we know is good and right and true. So much that feels disheartening and disempowering.
So. We resist that. We try ever harder. We listen, we reach out, we stand up, we insist, we promise, we embrace, we witness, we write. It’s what we do.
Haiku 30
April 30, 2025
Please pay attention
to this most expressive plant:
She talks with her hands