19 March, 2026

Sublime death of the day


This is the moment when the day catches up to me and I can only stand as a witness as the sun goes down. Feeling the pull of the turbulent waves, my body dives deep and there is only darkness below. Slowly I struggle back onto the beach, my legs wobble and my hands grab nothingness. Turning my back on that last iota of connection to nature, I scramble up to the car with wet bathing suit and sandy feet.


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17 March, 2026

My haiku habit (week 6)

 

A day in the life of an AB*

Going on standby
The anchor is soon to drop
Orders come from bridge.

(AB= able body)


Waiting with(out) patience

We wait for two days
Being at anchor costs nerves
Only blues and white.


A Monarch on deck

Butterfly is lost
The wind carries it away
Towards Mexico.

Photo by Joshua J. Cotten on Unsplash


Pastoral tranquillity (almost)

A moder setting
Where Vikings one reigned
Sheep, grass, and windmills.


Work-clothes locker room talk

Do they never stop
It’s been a helluva week
Wow, WTF, sheesh.


Optical illusion

Looking far ahead
A ship is heading our way
Oops, it’s an oil rig.