My oldest daughter has an album on her phone consisting completely of cloud photos. It’s no wonder. The sky is full of endless beauty, shape and mood. And sometimes, as curious humans, it is in really looking at something that we start to understand or make sense of it. Clouds nearly beg Rorschachian interpretation.
This submerged limb evoked the same desire in me. What is that? What does it look like? What does it mean? And who am I to say?
Haiku 6, 2026
Breaking the surface,
this insistent, antlered limb.
What lies underneath?
Oh, what a cool stick! I immediately thought “antlers,” and then had Thoughts about the rest of the herd… I love the instant spark of creativity a good stick can give.
I couldn’t NOT see antlers!!