On the nature trail
We walk into the mountains
And they, into us
I went through a period of over 10 years in which the well went dry; I wrote only two poems between 1993 and 2005 that were worth keeping. This is one of them. It’s also the first of my haiku that I consider fully realized.
I am very likely to kick anyone who blithely tells me writer’s block isn’t real.
This poem appeared in the zen space.