For weeks I’ve been like the guy in The Matrix, dodging the bullet of late winter illness. First Haiku Husband went down, then Haiku Teenager, but me, no. Stayed well, stayed active. Until yesterday. Blergh. Today is rainy and dark which suits how I’m feeling.
mizubana ya hanano saki dake kure nokoru
my runny nose –
everywhere but on its dewdrop
the twilight fades
– Ryunosuke, 1892-1927
from The British Museum Haiku (edited by David Cobb), 2002
Ryunosuke is regarded as the father of the Japanese short story. Read more about him here.
An empty sickbed:
An indented white pillow
In weak winter sun
– Richard Wright, 1908-1960
from his entry at the Terebess Asia Online website
But this isn’t a death-bed illness, just some days of feeling miserable and sneezing fit to bust! And maybe a cough setting in. It will pass and I’ll be as good as new again, just have to be patient (heh) and let the darn thing run its course.
signing my will
on my hands a smell
of growing things
– Sandra Simpson
from Building a Time Machine, NZPS anthology, 2012