How about that. It seems something like a longer poem has started to form. I’d almost forgotten the sensation. But I sat and the world and its clocks fell away and I have a draft.
I’ve been feeling the occasional haiku, aided by reading many. They are concrete and present and that focus helps me feel present.
In the Seabeck Getaway online in the Kukai, 12 people voted for my haiku from the weekend as best of the 230-odd poems. That put me about mid-pack. Gratifyingly, the poem that I thought was hands down the best, democratic voting agreed with.
Nicholas Klacsanzk got first place in the Seabeck Haiku Getaway 2020 Annual Kukai:
the many layers
of her touch