Yearning Returning: Rhyming Haiku

The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.

OR
The lonely, aching

Yearnings are returning. I’m/
past treading old paths.

So This Is The New Year, A 3 Year

My daughter posted a New Year’s Instagram reel of photos, with Death Cab for Cutie’s song “The New Year” as the background. Watching the 2022 retrospective filled me with melancholy, especially with the lyric: “This is the New Year. I don’t feel any different.”

I’m going into a “Three Year” numerically, a year when I will be happiest and most fulfilled when I’m creatively doing things. With that in mind, my melancholy turned into resolve, and I wrote this haiku:

This is the New Year:

A time I can choose to act,
be, and feel diff’rent.

Mirror Gaze Revelation

What if, with the One’s
mirror gaze, we discover
we’re doing enough?

OR
what more we could do?