I quit insta to
join this. Sadly I can't fix
haikus with makeup

I open my computer,
And suddenly it seems the average commuter,
Is either suffering and in pain,
But as I look through the window, out the train,
I see nothing but a little breeze,
And so I ask, can we get good news for once? Please?
Selfish or heartless are words that may come to mind,
But it's just that, these days, good news is so hard to find.

Rather than wait, they told me
As soon as I returned:
You were unexpected.

Of course, I thought it was a joke!
Family dinners don't usually

Start with
Unusual silence.
Not a word until our parents
Stressfully and tentatively announce your presence.
Having learned of menopause
I thought it was a joke
Not understanding that you,
Eleonore, were already on your way into my life.

A bright new sun and playful wind,
Threading wooden hulls,
Along the canvas of the sea,
Propelling billowing clouds,
Along the burning morning sky,

A bright new sun and wings of wax,
Dripping onto an exposed back,
Flying, hoping,
Burning,
Falling,

A bright new sun and a cold, endless sea,
Quenching flesh in brine,
Soothing youthful innocence,
The canvas swells, clouds left rolling,
As a new sun rises, the day begins.