Friday Repost……parked on I 65…Haiku

parked on I 65….
what a rude awakening
to reality.

a few hours ago
lollygagging in the lake,
floating on our rafts

blissful, unaware
that this world still existed,
and here we are now

In a wall of trucks
on every side of our car.
we all have to pee….

‘where is the next exit!?’
‘there’s some tall grass over there…’
‘are you kidding me!!!???’

car doors are open,
people are walking around
on the Interstate,

‘hey, what’s going on?’
‘hey, do you know why we’re stopped?’
‘heh, it don’t matter’

says an old trucker,
‘that grass there Is just perfect,
my pup has to pee’.

night water stillness…Haiku

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the best time of day,

when I’m really awake is

when i hear the rest

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of the world asleep.

and here on this lake tonight,

trees along this cove

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are deep in their dreams.

the leaves whispered their good night’s

and vowed to rustle

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again tomorrow,

when the lake breeze comes ashore.

do fish ever sleep?

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i don’t hear them now

in this three a. m. quiet…

splashing the surface

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filling their bellies

with bugs skimming the water.

they’ll be awake soon…

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but at this moment

when the only sound I hear

are these words i write,

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i count my blessings

and thank the universe for

night water stillness.

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tomatoes, holly creek 007.