Come on, computer. Are you kidding me?

Hey! Spinning beachball!
This is not the time or place.
Take it outside!

I’m pretty sure it was Franklin who said that thing about death and taxes and yet, here we are, floating in uncertainty, this marked day on the calendar suddenly no different than any other.

Haiku 15
April 15

It’s April fifteenth
Receipts sit stacked on the desk
Taxes AREN’T certain!

Really appreciating my neighborhood these days, in ways I hadn’t since my kids were little and spent about 10,000 hours going to the stop sign and back on their Razor scooters. There’s a lot to look at between here and there.

Haiku 14
April 14

The sky tosses light
It circles the rim, misses
We get the rebound

In a funny twist, I wrote my haiku yesterday about distraction and then I forgot to post it.
Thanks for keeping me humble, universe!

Anyway, here it is.
Today’s will be up later…

Haiku 13
April 13

Time’s a mystery
A dog is a distraction
and nobody minds

Haiku 12
April 12

Flour on my hands
Rainy birdsong at the sill
Worth rising early

Haiku 11
April 11

Each bright bloom hurries
until this strange spring arrives.
Everyone slows down.

Living in a city, I am so struck by how quiet and still and spacious everything has become lately. It is both sad and eerie, but also — if you pay attention — beautiful.

That’s what I hope to spend this weekend noticing. I’ll pop in just to post my haikus without context, and other than that I’m stepping away from my devices for a couple of days. I’m tired.

Hope you all keep reading and writing. Stay safe and well…

Haiku 10
April 10

This new world, so still!
Our own breath louder than these
silent fireworks.

A PSA from our good, good dog who’s just trying to adjust to the normal like the rest of us.

Haiku 9
April 9

Just a reminder:
My season is not yet past,
new puppy be damned.

Stay safe and well, friends.

Have y’all heard of quaranpups yet? It’s the latest thing. The perfect marriage of all the dogs who need rescuing and all the people suddenly stuck at home, just waiting to train and love and feed and spoil them?

Well…

Wait.
You didn’t quite get that?

I KNOW!

OK, the truth is, she’s our daughter’s pup, not ours. But, hello, quarantine — our daughter suddenly lives with us! She’s been methodically preparing for a dog for a long time — getting landlord pre-approval and what not — and everything fell into place today. I am, for a moment, feeling pretty ok about staying put. We all are.

Oh, anyway. My haiku.
It’s about her — the pup — officially known as Goose Alfafa Rugbaby the First.

Haiku 8
April 8

Jessamine and phlox
growing wild like puppies
and this one is, too

Stay safe and well, friends.

I think I’m going to let this one speak for itself.
Happy Tuesday, friends, and stay safe and well.

Haiku 7
April 7

Berries taste of now,
the pastry’s round as a clock.
It’s breakfast time pie!