Loved Then, Loved Now: old slippers

Now and again I come across John Stevenson’s haiku

old slippers
the comfort
coming apart

Stevenson at Modern Haiku

but then, there’s this other small perfection of his

doe nestled
into the shape
of the ditch

Stevenson’s Some of the Silence

Not a hair out of place in this small awarenesses. Nothing extraneous and yet they reach wider than their concrete content to an unravelling, the unavoidable entropy, and to the rightness, the perfect complementary fit of adapting.