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.