This weekend I was going through a box of very old music lyrics, songbooks, and such. I found three haiku that I had written probably about 20 years ago during a weekend at Esalen. The print was so faded that I could barely make them out, but here’s what I think they said:

The old farmer cried

I have lost all my cattle

Be glad you have none


Tell me about God

I requested of the child

I tend to forget


And for a little comic relief:


The water grew dark

The tide receded quickly

Put the seat down, dear