Disorientation grows

Delightfully uncertain

Enchanted by possibility

Pictures of the past

The original is lost

I keep my copy close

Heroic intent stills

The sticky past nails the fixed now

Fading dreams whisper

Haiku offered me a discipline through which I could attempt to express feelings and thoughts that I was finding hard to get through a traditional essay format. It was a discipline I enjoyed practising while drinking coffee and watching the world go by. Then, I stumbled on Haiku Prose or Haibun.