Robert Aitken wrote an interesting haiku concerning Wu-tsu’s water buffalo:
The station at evening:
no one gets on or off;
the autumn wind.
Autumn winds seems to be the subject of at least 1/3 of all haikus ever written. I’d like to modify this into something a bit more real:
The station at evening:
no one gets on or off;
the train departs.
Which inspires me to write down my current state of mind:
Clap! goes the lightning,
the man draws up his collar
alone by the tracks.
It’s been a difficult end of the year and it’s a difficult time for the man as he waits without an umbrella, but his train will hopefully arrive soon.
If you took in more refugees you’d not have to be alone. Private is such a ghastly thing, isn’t it?
Thanks Chancellor, your words are always an inspiration to me.