September 6th 2019

I’m still jet-lagged. I want to fall asleep around eight and wake up five. I wouldn’t mind that if it weren’t for writing haiku. I like to put down my haiku in the evenings, but I’ve been falling asleep as I think through them. I feel like my efforts have suffered. The haiku feel like rough drafts. I may continue to work with them. In the meantime, I sit with this one a little earlier this evening.

pumpkins—
    round as the late summer's floating
        moon

249: September 9th 2019 | bottlecap

 

September 1st 2019

cofI was still blue today. Not sure what it is. Probably a combination of exhaustion, a return to routine, and the weight of responsibilities I no longer want.

But I’m guessing I’m not alone in feeling that way. What saved me was finally sitting down with my novel,  adding another page, starting a new chapter.

That lifted my mood.

That and September, my favorite month. I also have poems I want to finish.

early
    autumn clouds—shadows of their own
        shadows

244: September 1st 2019 | bottlecap