Knowing how way leads on to way, How time hesitates, but never stays, I pause to acknowledge what had me play, --Beyond the ache of loneliness--in the grey stormy day.
I have never been a fan of the small art of texting. Hovering bumbling over awkward keys, tapping out an oblique morse code, three times on the five key to get a J, three6sforanO, two5sforaK, andtwo3sforanE. It just seemed like a joke to me.
But my dear friend, CPH, who knew about the possibility of a major power outage, suggested that I keep my peeps updated throughout whatever the next days entailed by texting haiku to the universe. The jittery mouse-steps of this tapped-out trail lie in your hands.
GGB Nov. 25th, 2012, my birthday