I’ve been cleaning out and organizing closets.  I feel the shift in the energy in my home, an opening and entry into spaciousness.  I woke this morning from a dream where I was noticing corners of my house that were stagnant and holding energy.  I was clapping and ringing bells, singing “wake up”. Perhaps that’s what this time together, yet separate, is about, a cleansing release.

A few days ago, I was introduced to the website One Planet Poetry.  You write a haiku and in the fourth line add another word. Each “coronaku” is related to the writer’s experience of the pandemic and its accompanying quarantine, self-isolation, and social distancing.

It’s fun.  Write a haiku with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third.  Then, one word.  

Here are mine for the last three days.

  

Sheltering-in-Place

Hovering over

Days like waves, tides rise and fall,

Outside knocks within.

Pause.

Sheltering-in-Place

Nap time, unscheduled,

Arrives around two, three, four.

Eyelids close both doors.

Sleep.

Sheltering-in-Place

The moon still hangs, beams, 

In morning sky, sun rises,

Two hands holding waves.

Play!   

Sheltering-in-Place

Home, a shawl, warming

the heart of energy held,

released, global weave.

Peace.  

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