A high-joy, low-consumption pursuit that my friend Colleen Kaleda, a journalist, and I love to do together is write haiku. Her first poem reflects that she and her husband merrily ousted some pavement from their property last summer. Contact speaks to our shared love of community and sociability. Which reminds me: this Thursday Colleen and I and probably others are going to Last Thursday on NE Alberta, the artsy neighborhood where she lives. Consider joining us!
Soil In The City
Soil in the city
A phrase we could – should – adopt:
Pavement’s day is done.
Contact
Step into the place
No longer passing through space
Talking face to face.
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I wrote these haiku while hanging out with Colleen and her four sled-dogs. The first reflects my passion for right livelihood. In the second one I permitted myself that deeply necessary thing of leaving high-mindedness behind and just being . . . . . earthy.
Loving The Work
Give your all. The work
Is our lover, seeking
Our souls, our joyful trance.
Men
After all these years
The way men look in their pants
Still whips my head ’round.
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