Haiku on Choice

One piece of paper.
Eagle, power, though one wing. 
Flip side, a full hawk.


The sun is in the astrological sign of Gemini, the twins.  Ruling planet, Mercury, element, Air.

When I needed to write high school papers I never really quite knew how to go about it.  I had an editor in the house, so it made things convenient if and when I played my cards right.

A technique which I perfected through the years started with me yelling out my bedroom door, “How do you spell ‘such and such’?”  The reply coming from across the house, “Look it up!” would repeat for the first couple of spellings.  As I continued to call out for grammar help, if the pattern held up, I knew eventually she would have to dive into my paper.  She couldn’t contain herself.

She is Gemini.  Her craft, words.  Quickly arranging, expressing, thinking.

Like clockwork when she had had enough calling from room to room, the entire house would shake with her stomping across the kitchen floor toward my room, “Oh Gawd, let me look at that!” ripping the paper out of my hands, she went to town on it.  Either by doing an edit, or sometimes, if I was lucky she would rewrite the entire thing as in the case of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan.  That report was great….thanks Mom!

Walking the Bull

Today the blue sky jerked me out the door as if it had grabbed a ring in my nose, it pulled me up the hill in a hurry.  
The mustard had grown taller than me, a monarch butterfly led, the lizards scrambled as I crossed their loosely kept thresholds.
The beauty feeding this moment through these eyes into veins of soul. 
Trickling down these solid legs into the very ground where the mustard is rooted.
Into flower which meets the sky
Which draws me up the hill