Nightly Haiku

the motion of night
street lights hidden by the fog
birds are now asleep

A Piano: Tonight’s Haiku

gentle touch of keys
movement of notes through the air
echoes of children

Today we journeyed down into Seattle’s University district. We ducked into the University Heights Community Center, which, decades ago was the elementary school my father and several of my uncles attended. I considered the thousands of children who passed through, their hopes, dreams and heartaches. Thus I connected to my history.