Ben's Haiku

Tue, 30 Nov 2004

Traffic
Man in traffic honks
at the car blocking his way.
Its driver--not there.

18:32 | permalink


Moon in the Fog
The moon in the fog,
hard to see, its form scattered,
a smudge in the sky.

18:30 | permalink


Programming
It's beautiful out,
and I spend the afternoon
darkly programming.

18:28 | permalink


Mon, 29 Nov 2004

Long Day
A long day at work,
though my mood is buoyant:
pushed down, it bounces up.

20:49 | permalink


Sun, 28 Nov 2004

Nighttime Reading
Warm under blankets,
I open an old loved book
and read it lightly.

23:43 | permalink


Bicycling in the Rain
Water arcs away
from my bicycle tire and
shimmers and then falls.

23:40 | permalink


Soft Wisdom
An old friend preaches
to dilettantes, who listen rapt
to her soft wisdom.

23:37 | permalink


Sat, 27 Nov 2004

Sudden Cold
We are all surprised
by the sudden cold, and go
outside without coats.

22:44 | permalink


Grill
Grilling our dinner,
my dad hunches cold over
rows of cooking meat.

22:40 | permalink


Fri, 26 Nov 2004

Dryer at Night
The muffled rumble
of a dryer in a house
that's quiet with sleep.

23:58 | permalink


Restlessness
Drive and playfulness
grow restless and start to search
for new adventure.

23:55 | permalink


Thu, 25 Nov 2004

Pecan Pie
The gooey sweetness
and delicate crumbles of
my mom's pecan pie.

Waiter, there is too much pepper on my paprikash,
but I would be proud to partake of your pecan pie.

23:57 | permalink


Thanksgiving
Eating just enough
while people everywhere groan,
stomachs much too full.

23:55 | permalink


Wed, 24 Nov 2004

Urban Landscape
Labrynth of roads that
dip and rise and cross over
my path, straight ahead.

23:59 | permalink


Streetlights in the Fog
Streetlights in the fog
hang in the air without poles,
sprites lining the road.

23:57 | permalink


Cigarette Smell
The cigarette smell
is dank and stale on my clothes
many hours later.

23:55 | permalink


Tue, 23 Nov 2004

Bicyclist's Silhouette
Bicyclist and bike
outlined by the sharp bright white
of a car's headlight.

19:42 | permalink


Citgo Sign
Now the Citgo sign,
in good repeair, is rhythmic
in its light display.

19:40 | permalink


Layers
The grey smoke wisps past,
beneath slower silver clouds,
all lit by the moon.

19:34 | permalink


Mon, 22 Nov 2004

White Painted Line
A girl walks, each foot
on the street's white painted line,
while cars nearby speed.

22:05 | permalink


Sun, 21 Nov 2004

Awareness
I don't even see
when Christians are insulted.
Why don't I notice?

19:45 | permalink


Sat, 20 Nov 2004

God
God, about to speak,
is shouted down. Then I scream,
but he's gone, gone, gone.

23:13 | permalink


Softly and Tenderly
After our worship,
we embrace, soft and tender,
and almost near tears.

written after Meeting for Worship
in which we did the Lovingkindness Meditation

11:37 | permalink


Fri, 19 Nov 2004

Birthday Cake
The leftover cake
in their mouths, chocolate crumbs
falling onto hands.

23:59 | permalink


Thu, 18 Nov 2004

Flat Tires
Each bump on the road
is magnified, shaking my bike
through nearly flat tires.

23:07 | permalink


Party Chatter
The volume and warmth
of my friends' conversations
echo through the house.

00:01 | permalink


Wed, 17 Nov 2004

Getting Older
Dissatisfaction
with pride at my strange path, and
hope for the future.

23:59 | permalink


Tue, 16 Nov 2004

Dinner with Marty
Fresh mozzarella,
full tomatoes, and a hint
of oil on good bread.

23:01 | permalink


Mon, 15 Nov 2004

Melted Snow
Melted snow drips down
from the roof--winter tried hard
and will try again.

23:50 | permalink


Sun, 14 Nov 2004

Supermarket
The little child eats
round toothy holes in her ham
in the carriage, waiting.

17:55 | permalink


Listening
Our holy silence
is broken by sudden loud
melted falling ice.

17:53 | permalink


Lobsters
The barely alive
lobsters, writhing upside down
in a white bucket.

(Turns out they were actually crabs.)

17:50 | permalink


Sat, 13 Nov 2004

First Snow
After the first snow,
the crunch of ice beneath feet
breaks the deep quiet.

17:21 | permalink


Steam
The steam rises grey
and then, catching the sunset,
turns from grey to pink.

17:15 | permalink


Fri, 12 Nov 2004

Hail
Hail stings our faces.
The kids call out shrieks of joy,
glad this is so real.

17:33 | permalink


Dark Island
Light all around,
but distant--our dark island
cut off by the waves.

17:29 | permalink


Airport
A light in the fog
becomes a huge, roaring plane.
Another follows.

17:27 | permalink


Thu, 11 Nov 2004

Haiku II
Sometimes the only
good thing I do in a day
is write a haiku.

23:48 | permalink


Wed, 10 Nov 2004

Alighting
Two lanes of stopped cars
and between, a bird glides down
and lands on pavement.

22:05 | permalink


Tue, 09 Nov 2004

Sudbury Valley
The kids teem about,
and teach me the names of things
that would not be named.

11:55 | permalink


Mon, 08 Nov 2004

Doritos Bag
Bright red autumn leaves
surround a Doritos bag
in a street garden.

14:25 | permalink


Sun, 07 Nov 2004

Sunset V
The searing sunset
and below, a line of cars
with their headlights on.

22:21 | permalink


Underneath
The river's surface
flows upstream, but underneath
goes the other way.

22:20 | permalink


Inspiration
Woman in high heels
tells me to keep running hard
for her, "just for her".

16:33 | permalink


Sat, 06 Nov 2004

Wrestling
Catching my breath with
sore muscles and raw tiredness
after wrestling my friend.

23:59 | permalink


Fri, 05 Nov 2004

The Wind
Trees lean hard, lose leaves.
Kids run around to keep warm.
The wind keeps blowing.

19:37 | permalink


Thu, 04 Nov 2004

Stillness
I lie still, body
falls away--I am only
my mind, heart and breath.

23:22 | permalink


Wed, 03 Nov 2004

Election II
The Patriots won,
the Red Sox did too; of course
John Kerry had to lose.

21:39 | permalink


Election
Seems George Bush has won,
but I hope John Kerry can
steal Ohio back.

02:10 | permalink


Tue, 02 Nov 2004

Bright Fall Orange
Is there a moment
when a tree is bright fall orange
but still has its leaves?

14:20 | permalink


Mon, 01 Nov 2004

Vicious Children
The vicious children
hurl abuse, attacking me
like a pack of wolves.

21:49 | permalink


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