It’s a new week, and other than some residual congestion, I’m flu-free. Seven days of viral craptastic downtime makes for a giddy return to work. I only went in on Tuesday last week. I went on Wednesday, too, but I was sent home almost immediately, so Wednesday doesn’t count.

(Aside: Remember when “viral” really was just a bad thing?)

Even on Sunday, I coughed so much, Callaghan said, “There’s no way you can go to work tomorrow.” But I felt much better when I woke up yesterday. The whole day felt glorious. It was warm and the sky was extra sunny, clear, and blue – even more blue than usual – so I went outside (glorious!) during my lunch hour and took some pics. I didn’t go far… just to the art museum near my building. The museum and the adjacent little theatre.

I’m sharing some of the pics with a few more haiku, because they go together. I’m feeling the haiku these days, and it feels good. It feels good to pick up poetry again!

Haiku 2: Blue Sky

(by Kristi Garboushian)

1.

To be undulant,
an unfinished votive dream
soothing chess-players.

Blue sky with theatre box office.

2.

Elasticity:
five hundred sodden leaves around
the arctic building.

Blue sky with art museum.

3.

Plumage battering
an alternative fossil –
carnage emerging.

Blue sky with fake lava.

4.

A feast of words held:
tense, shy, the gloved telegrams,
chronological.

Blue sky with art museum, 2.

I love how Haiku encourages pictures in 17 syllables.