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      November 8, 2019Zaid GamieldienEight Haiku

      retirement home
      wildflowers
      in a vase
      my conundrum
      spider sitting
      on the welcome mat
      a ladybug
      on her back
      my shrunken grief
      morning light
      a boyband
      of robins
      little ant
      on my pillow
      the great explorer
      power outage
      we pretend
      dad is Vader
      morning downpour—
      in my lidless cup
      tsunamis
      how quick the dragonfly
      flutters through
      the traffic jam

      from #65 - Fall 2019

      Zaid Gamieldien

      “Can an African poet write about napping with the TV on? Can I entertain the lull of the afternoon drive home, or must my words reach the ends of a sunlit plain, where wild beasts roar into a golden sky? The truth is, I am a poet and I am African, and so I write as I am. I see haiku as ‘photographs of the senses.’ As an African haiku poet, I look for fleeting moments of beauty in ordinary life and try to relate nature to human nature as best I can. It is my hope to show commonality through these human experiences, or to simply express ordinary moments in new and interesting ways.”

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