Haiku Journal – 3

Most of my haiku moments involve nature. But recently I was watching a recording of the cricket match between England and Pakistan. A young batsman by the name of Zak Crawley was making his début appearance for England. The grace, timing and balance of his flowing stroke-play produced in me the same kind of joy as might watching my cat’s supple, acrobatic leaps. I was watching somebody in a state of ‘flow’, somebody absolutely in the moment, making something very difficult look effortless.

There’s an old sandstone wall running along a side-road – a wabi swabi kind of wall, reduced by time and weather to its barest essence; a textured, scraperboard, abstract painting effect, that showed there is beauty in imperfection.

Thistle-down floating in the air in the evening sun, alighting on the other garden plants.

Three haiku:

on a crescent beach
deer tracks curve from sea to sand
beneath a sickle moon
sea-gulls rising -
a blizzard of wings
over white sand
seaweed forests
sway in remembrance
of yesterday’s storm

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