Archive: Haiku

To people’s surprise,
I walk Ted in the mornings
When I first get up.

I’m a night owl,
But JG’s early hours
Force the issue. Shrug.

For the morning walk,
The streets are littered with kids
Waiting for buses.

Lots of distractions
From people starting their days.
I keep the pace brisk.

When JG has class,
I take on the night shift, too,
But I don’t mind it.

I’m much more awake,
And Ted just loves whoever
Comes to let him out.

This walk is peaceful.
The only sound in my ear
Is Ted’s tag jingle.

The air is sharp, clear.
I find the chill refreshing,
Which is odd, I know.

But on the weekends,
JG and I swap our shifts.
Thank goodness for that.

Hello, long weekend.
Where have you been, exactly?
It’s been a while.

JG’s back at school,
Although not with students yet,
But the week was long.

Tomorrow, JG’s
Volleyball team is playing
In a tournament

At his old high school,
And he’ll coach in the same gym
Where he played. So strange.

We have a long ride.
The bus leaves at 5:15!
In the morning! Gah.

Wake-up call’s at 4,
But as sleepy as I’ll be,
I’ll be a great fan.

I made some cookies
For the girls, but they’re so flat.
Sigh. Still tasty, though.

I hope they play well,
The season starts out nicely,
And JG is pleased.

But then, Labor Day!
It’s the last day off I’ll take
Before Thanksgiving.

Maybe I’ll sleep in
And catch up on some reading.
Yes, that sounds lovely.

It’s Friday, at last!
I have a three-day weekend,
Which makes my heart soar.

JG planned ahead
To take the day off today,
And he walked Ted! Swoon.

Getting to sleep in
Is so exciting to me.
Is that sad, or what?

Fun green shoes, good hair,
And not having to carpool
All make me happy.

It’s gorgeous outside!
I sing my commute away,
Sunglasses in place.

My floor is quiet.
My boss is working from home.
I don’t mind one bit.

Have I ever had
A good mood in the morning?
It’s nice, for a change.

Sunglasses in place.
Switch from NPR to jazz.
Twelve miles to home.

No, people, don’t stop.
There is no construction here —
Just an orange sign.

Go ahead, Jetta,
Weave over the yellow line.
I’ll keep my distance.

What is going on?
Turn signals are optional?
Thanks for the memo.

Sorry, SUV,
For driving the speed limit.
Get off my back, please.

Oh, now you’ll pass me
Even though there’s just one lane.
Hang up and drive, jerk.

Park in the driveway
And turn off the ignition.
Home, at last. Exhale.

Cross-posted at Indie Bloggers