Happy Humpday Haiku #52

One Year

Fifty-two haikus

Later and I couldn't be

Any happier.

            Some of you may have sensed a misplaced sense of impending doom and/or sorrow in my last post. My girlfriend read it as a suicide note. My grandmother noted its "cryptic" quality. So let me explain. The first line of my last haiku is a phrase I've been wanting to use for a long time now. While I often find myself thinking about mortality, using the line was nothing more than me running out of things to write about. I borrowed from my rainy day bank in my mind. The next two lines just sort of happened. There is no rhyme or reason to them. They do not represent how I currently feel. I thought that they were congruent with the overall tone of the first line. As I was completing said haiku, I realized that it was nearly 24 hours late of its namesake. So as I posted the link to my facebook page I wrote the header in what seemed an appropriate way. I was out of material to write. I didn't have anything to say. It was more apology for tardiness and below par content than an expression of exhaustion and defeat. So for anyone I may have worried, I'm sorry.

            In fact, I'm just about as happy as I can be. For one, I never actually thought I'd stick with writing one haiku every week for a year. As someone who likes to practice writing, its both therapeutic and enlightening, to be able to see where your writing takes you, and help you contemplate and make sense of the world around you.