Realization

The haiku is often like a burp. It comes on me suddenly, even if it has been percolating for minutes, hours, days, months, even years. Trust the process I remind myself. Trust the process. It's all process. Write it down. Even if it's short, not fully developed.

I realize

Slowly I realize

It’s time to expand.

Classes begin on Monday

Learning new patterns. We are not in charge of the "returning to school process." Me, the cats, or the turtle. The other two are sliding through a longer process than I had anticipated. One is off getting a bike carrier, the other is vacuuming the rug for her dorm room. I am watching.

I thought it might help

To keep them company

So they might leave

Sooner.

No.

This is a repeat

Of vacation preparation.

I declare today

Is day one

Of moving back

To school.

It will happen

As it happens.

I will write

As I write.

The cats

Remain

Cats.

The turtle is active

In his turtle tank.

The plan was to leave

Today.

Classes begin on Monday.

No matter what

Classes begin on Monday.

Sent

I am a Minnesota girl. My brother coined the phrase "small comfort food," for the meals of our childhood. We learned not to expect too much. In my later adult years, I find people who are seeking "enough-ness" in their life. I have them as friends. I have them as clients. I find them hiding out in the unlikeliest of places. It seems these people are sent so we can help each other find, not just enough-ness, but also, maybe, abundance.

God sends me the folk

Who are in the process of

Finding enough-ness.

Thaw

As I ponder the fact that I am thawing, the news story of the nine blue whales who died when they were trapped in the ice off of Newfoundland hits.  I wonder what is under my ice.  I hope for smaller things than blue whales.

TROUT RIVER, Newfoundland (AP) — The 60-ton carcass of a blue whale is rotting on the shore on Canada's east coast, stinking up a town and triggering fears that it could burst.

I am thawing.

I suspect

I hope

It will be gradual.

I suspect

I hope

No one will die

In the process.

God willing

There are no blue whales

Trapped in my ice.

No dead blue whales

To land on the shore

Of tourist towns,

Spoil the season

With methane bloat.

I am thawing.

No whales please

I pray.

No dead whales.

Kitchen?

The hole in the kitchen ceiling has sparked our kitchen conversation again.  Yes, the construction folk will drywall the hole.  In the meantime, we discuss dioramas.

Yesterday they fixed

The bathroom plumbing,

Cut a large square hole

In the kitchen ceiling.

Rather hard

To ignore.

Once things get started

It*s difficult to ignore

The undone pieces,

Particularly

The large square hole

In the ceiling.

At dinner last night

We thought to make it 

A PVC pipe shadow box,

Title it something creative

Like Plastic in Process,

Rather like the dioramas

We used to make

In grade school.