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

 

August 31st 2019

I was going to write, in effect, my last post on my journey to Europe. I waited until evening, as I usually do, only for jet lag to suddenly catch up with me. Even typing this first paragraph, I’ve briefly fallen asleep twice. I’ll wait until tomorrow.

in
    no hurry—a porcupine under the bristling
        moon

243: August 31st 2019 | bottlecap