I think,
therefore I am
free to be
a co-owner
of my mother tongue,
the fighter
for my opinions,
the judge
of my conscience,
the planner
of my destiny,
and yet locked up
in the iron cage
of the zeitgeist,
I think.
December 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Hum of Summer Clouds Haiku
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rippling sunshine
a hum of summer clouds
in the mountain stream
FYI: It might be interesting to do a comparison reading of my haiku below:
the sky dapple...
