as the crow flies

I go home

by the long route

weather report

icy pavements

the Dow Jones falls

gooseshit covered grass

but no geese

gone

between mince pies

a child is born

on the ground

discarded condom

full of dreams

opening the book

memories fall to the floor

boarding pass bookmark

pen...paper

panic...

haiku gone

Christmas cards

each year leaves me

with more stamps

meditation

my still small voice

will not shut up

thought arises

the haiku moment

but no pen

new haiku book

engrossed

my coffee grows cold

morning river run

invisible seagulls

laugh their heads off

No more haiku

In my head

So I write this little poem 

Instead

on silent hooves

white horses gallop home

from the turbulent sea