A Day in My Life
One day of my life as seen through haiku.
4 a.m.
warm sheets, quiet house
cats cry, ready to go out
I am half asleep
5 a.m.
clicking corner fan
I count, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5
when will sleep return?
6 a.m.
cat knocking at door
tap, tap, tap, I rise again
she goes straight to food
back down in bed now
my body aches head to toe;
stiff joints are the worst
8 a.m.
click, squeak, rustle, snap;
little sounds bring me awake
everyone is up
time for me to rise
there are things to do today;
nothing important
9 a.m.
cutting table out
strewn with paper and fabric
I’m ready to work
(but . . . )
motivation lacks
scissors remain on table;
I’m indecisive
10 a.m.
warm water on skin
sweet mimosa flower smell
my body gets clean
joints no longer ache
I can reach my feet again
and have no tick bites
11 a.m.
daughter emerges
lunch time from virtual school;
different every day
an interruption:
Florida calls for Andre . . .
it's still wrong number
12 p.m.
juicy tomato
oozes liquid as it's sliced,
bright red in color
flawless red onion
chopped up into little squares,
purple and perfect
yellow cheese, brown beans,
soft pale green avocado,
the white sour cream
colorful layers:
dinner will be delicious
seven layer dip
1 p.m.
my son emerges
seemingly happy for now;
his class is cancelled
texts from my mother
grandma is not doing well
she's the last one left
2 p.m.
opening laptop
I spend some time on my shop
despite stagnancy
3 p.m.
double tapping hearts,
social media scrolling,
please no stomach knots
I make my own post,
photos and captions written:
first time in two months
4 p.m.
wind blows through my shirt
steady walking, strong muscles,
car whips past us fast
5 p.m.
rubbing daughters back:
rose quartz wand warms in my hand
loosening shoulders
6 p.m.
dinner is ready
I love when it's done early
by planning ahead
the smell of onion
the beautiful colors too
delicious flavors
7 p.m.
sitting on the couch
Columbo solves mysteries
while I am knitting
8 p.m.
sock knitting is slow
but I love time with family;
these three are the best
9 p.m.
the sky gets darker,
quiet with a cup of tea
cats go in and out
phone alarm goes off
time to take medication;
will it help tonight?
10 p.m.
my best friend texts me
stressed by the wild fires;
she’s so far away
an ache in my heart
wishing I could hug my friend
out in Oregon
11 p.m.
pillow perfection,
cozy mattress and warm sheets
another full day
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I LOVE!!!! that you did yours all in haiku. So much talent. :)
ReplyDeleteLaci - I love, love, love how you showed us your day through haiku. So creative and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis was so wonderful and inspires me to write more haikus! It gave such a soft, rhythmic feeling to your day 😊
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