A Year in Haiku

Regular journaling or other kinds of record keeping have never motivated me much, let alone inspired any sort of commitment long term. Yet I've always felt a gnawing sense that I should engage with such an activity more whole-heartedly and for a more generous expanse of time than I have previously given myself. Sometime in late January of 2021, I read about ways to begin the journal habit, one of which was by writing in haiku--as in one haiku per day. And I thought I might could manage that. After all, I always rather enjoyed the challenge of collapsing thought, observation, or experience into seventeen syllables. Why not a haiku journal then?

So in February of 2021, I commenced my haiku journal. Definitely some of the haiku are more successful than others for a variety of reasons--content, word choice, structure,...my mood. Here, though, I will only post some of the ones better under the influence of serendipity. 

I shall include, as well, broad category labels to help focus how the content connects to various subjects that I actually carried all the way through to the written word. Some also have a title to help establish focus and/or I needed more syllables than the haiku format allowed.

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MORNING RUNS

Foot splash and leaf-held

drops buffet the hushed running-

in-rain melody     02/21/2021

Running has become

movement meditation to

still the world's noise     04/27/2021

After the rain, I

run wet roads shiny slick with

silver reflections     06/23/2021

ENVIRONMENT and NATURE

Aquamarine--a

turquoise sea slides into the

boundless cobalt deep     02/24/2021

Hard rain can't dance; its

constant collapse across my

metal roof resounds     02/28/2021

Sunlight, like feathers

dancing on a melody,

roused me from slumber     03/19/2021

On a night, the cool

of tropical winter turned

to summer swelter     03/25/2021

With their flaming sting,

fire ants tattoo my body

with itchy red welts     06/15/2021

Among the lions

and baboons, nature plays out

with pain and pleasure     10/26/2021

A house gecko no

longer serves my view of fine

tropical living     01/30/2022

PERSONAL and INTERIOR MONOLOGUE

Now and then I want

your arms, or your words, to hold

me away from this     02/25/2021

Master of rewrites

in life, in love, and always

in expectations     03/20/2021

MAIKA*

With you, Hawaiian

is a prayer, shaving cream

is "whip", and we laugh     04/01/2021

Dark chocolate can

salvage my perspective and

soothe my stressed spirit     04/07/2021

When one cuddles with

a quilt on the couch and cries

over NCIS     04/14/2021

DAVONA**

A lei--ti leaf and

white orchid--to celebrate

a life and passage     05/09/2021

Karen shares last days

with Davona, and I recall

decades of moments    05/11/2021

What I would do or

want you to do does not play

according to script     05/25/2021

To be "the other"--

one haole in the mass--

grants me perspective     05/30/2021

I like to hope I

am a strong woman; maybe

I am just scary     06/20/2021

"Bijou"--a word I

learn for Scrabble...until I

remember there's you     07/01/2021

If, while traveling,

I die overseas, leave my

exiting abroad     08/09/2021

FLIGHT ATTENDANT'S

INSTRUCTIONS FOR AN EMERGENCY 

She ends, "Should I be

incapacitated,

please take me with you."     10/27/2021

A prayer...or a

curse--the energy of thought

and words on the world     11/07/2021

Thus I whispered my

thoughts in shimmers, hoping to

illuminate love     11/14/2021

A baby python

my great nephew names Rosy

Rootbeer Mannion     12/14/2021

NELSON, DESMOND, and ANTOINETTE

A catch in my throat

still rises when I think on

your stories, your words     12/30/2021

THE BIBLE

We eavesdrop on a 

text written for another

time and circumstance     01/15/2022

MLK quoted

with hope or in vain and we

should read all his words    01/17/2022

MIKE COSOLA

Birthdays like yours

dwell in memory and haunt all

my thoughts of what if     01/24/2022

POLITICS and CURRENT EVENTS

That former guy showed

democracy droops under

the lust for power     03/02/2021

We conceal our greed

and selfishness in worthy

words: "self-reliance"    03/06/2021

Decisions made, born

from our fears and greed and pride,

create this world now     03/07/2021

How we love, in spite

of anything and all else,

determines the end     03/17/2021

When treasured people

choose disparate voices and

journeys not my own     05/02/2021

One hundred and one

damnations--still too few for

all the counted lies     06/02/2021

What creates fear in

our minds and hearts and why are

we scared differently?     06/09/2021

The contortions we

employ to rationalize

and offset choices     08/16/2021

BODY and PHYSICAL WELL-BEING

Eating six slices--

crisp, crunchy--reminds me why

I can't buy bacon     03/12/2021

My back aches today

so no other body part

can function with grace    03/15/2021

VICKY***

With her dancer's grace,

she leads me to understand

my body's power     03/27/2021

Diminished somewhat

with accumulating years, my

body dances still     04/10/2021

Years elapse between

my eating of hotdogs and

I burp my regrets     06/03/2021

Pilates pushes 

me to relearn my body--

what's lost, what's wondrous    06/05/2021

My right hip speaks of

age and weariness of use

and I know my years     01/20/22

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*Maika: a student in a Pre-K classroom in which I occasionally sub

**Davona: my mother-in-law

***Vicky: my Pilates teacher

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By the end of a year of journaling in haiku with only three days missed, I realized that I actually wanted to continue with the daily written word in some fashion. So now I am writing a poem---very loosely speaking, mind you--for each day. How this endeavor continues to unfold remains a mystery!

On the Run in October: Places You May Have Heard Of

 

Can you identify the whereabouts of any of these photos?

Well,...Photo #1 is in Pretoria, Photo #2 is in Johannesburg, and Photo #3 is in Soweto. Of course these are only snapshots of a specific time and location, compassed within a much more expansive scope and setting. In fact, while in S. Africa, we really only had a glimpse of each of them, yet each left an imprint on my memory. I think on these places and recount in my mind the impressions and experiences that became mine for having spent a wee bit of time within those spaces.

Pretoria I first heard mention of as a child: My mom would sing "Marching to Pretoria." (Actually, I think my mom liked marches because several childhood memories include soundtracks of various marches she introduced to her children.) Because I asked her then where Pretoria was, I've long known it was in S. Africa, but I really have not known the history of the song until I looked it up after my return from the trip. Apparently, during S. Africa's Boer Wars both sides sang some version of the song, although language (Afrikaans or English), content, and even the tune varied. In the 1960s, the song became popular in the USA as a "folk song"--probably how my mom learned it--even if in truth its roots are more like an "imperialist song."

One of three capital cities, the one housing the executive branch of government and the one hosting foreign embassies, Pretoria is also famous for streets lined with jacaranda. And I will just confess right now how bewitched I am by jacaranda all arrayed in its purple springtime glory, and how in 2021 I witnessed TWO jacaranda springtimes--one in Hawai (Northern Hemisphere) and one in S. Africa (Southern Hemisphere). So do note how most of my photos of Pretoria incorporate jacaranda:

Although we stayed two nights at the Marriott in the Melrose Arch Precinct of Johannesburg, we never really had the chance to experience the city other than the area adjacent to our hotel--with all the security and all the upscale style of the Melrose Arch Precinct in play--and a cursory bus tour. Someday I would like to be able to explore the city in greater depth and detail. The nighttime photo above, my only photo of Johannesburg, I took near where we had dinner our first night there.

Our tour and visit in Soweto, originally a black township bordering Johannesburg but now incorporated within the municipality of Johannesburg itself, had the most impact for me. In fact, Soweto ranks high on my most memorable experiences of the entire trip. 

Both Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu owned homes in Soweto. Desmond Tutu was living in Cape Town at the time of our visit, and our guide reported that a son currently lived in the home in Soweto. Mandela lived in his Soweto house from 1946-1962, although when he became a committed freedom fighter (circa 1958) he seldom stayed there--the "Black Pimpernel" always on the run. After Mandela's imprisonment beginning in 1962, his second wife Winnie continued to live in the home with her two daughters. Today it is a museum.

The Soweto uprising of 1976, a series of demonstrations and protests led by black school children, catalyzed international awareness of apartheid and intensified the scrutiny of that system and its practices. On the morning of June 16, 1976, students from various schools in Soweto began to protest in the streets in response to a decree instituting Afrikaans as an official language of instruction in black schools.The association of Afrikaans with apartheid--"the language of the oppressor," as Desmond Tutu stated--had motivated black S. Africans to prefer English and indigenous African languages as official languages. The decree to officially change the languages of instruction in black schools to English and Afrikaans sought to reverse the ever declining use of Afrikaans by black S. Africans. Around 10,000 students left their schools that morning, many of them unaware of the protest until that morning but who agreed to participate in a peaceful protest against the decree. Antoinette and Hector Pietersen were two of those students although 16-year-old Antoinette had no idea that her 12-year-old brother Hector would be there also. The students sang and waved placards with statements like "Down with Afrikaans" and "If we must do Afrikaans, Vorster must do Zulu." At first police tried to deter the students with tear gas and warning shots. Then police fired directly into the crowd of demonstrators. Among the first students shot dead were 15-year-old Hastings Ndlovu and Antoinette's brother Hector Pietersen. Sam Nzima took a photograph of a dying Hector as he was carried away by Mbuyisa Makhubu and accompanied by his sister Antoinette.

A photograph that rocked the world. Time Magazine listed it as one of the 100 most influential images of all time.

Violence escalated and clinics were swamped with injured and bloody children. Police requested a list of all patients with bullet wounds so that they could be prosecuted for rioting but doctors refused to create such a list, recording bullet wounds as abscesses. 

Here is Antoinette Sithole (Pietersen) today. She works at the Hector Pietersen Museum, located about two blocks away from where her brother was killed. She spoke with us, sharing her story, her memories, and her thoughts--about then and for what lies ahead.

I had the opportunity to speak with Antoinette for a moment, and a lump still rises in my throat when I remember. No thoughts of retribution ever, she told me; retribution fixes nothing. 

Thanks to Don Louw, our tour guide, for this image.

On the Run in October: ...and On Safari

Until this past October, the summer of 1996 marked my last African safari, and then all of the forays into the wild spaces unfolded in the countries of Kenya and Tanzania. This latest safari adventure takes place over 25 years later, first of all, and, second of all, in two distinctly different African countries than before: South Africa and Botswana. (We engaged in some animal viewing in Zimbabwe, too, while on a cruise on the Zambezi River and also from our accommodation's balconies--our own room and various public areas--that overlooked a primary watering hole. Also on the grounds themselves. But Pam and I did not do an official venture into the wild on a safari vehicle while in Zimbabwe.) Some things were similar and some things were quite different. Exactly what are consequences of the passage of time with humans and environment and what are manifestations of different national "style," I cannot distinguish. 

Nevertheless, the distinct landscape of each location we visited and the point of time in the seasonal weather cycle certainly designed singular backdrops. Here is a glimpse of the lay of the land in Hluhluwe Game Reserve, South Africa:

And here we are in the safari vehicle--still minus two passengers--preparing to embark on the excursion:

And did I mention that this particular outing now ranks as the coldest safari jaunt in my history of safari jaunts?! Do consider this photo of Pam, one taken fairly soon after we began our game drive in earnest:

Kruger National Park, South Africa, became our second safari destination. One of the largest game reserves in all of Africa, it covers over 7500 square miles. We spent only one day there in the section around the Kruger Gate, one of nine main gates. We also arrived at the very end of the dry season. In fact, there were a few rain sprinkles in the vicinity during our visit, perhaps a prescient announcement of the coming rains.

Our final safari rambles ensued in Chobe National Park, Botswana. About 4500 square miles, Chobe is the most biologically diverse park in Botswana and has one of the greatest concentrations of animals in all of Africa. We explored in safari vehicles an area fronting the Chobe River and also in boats on the Chobe River itself, a major watering spot for animals during the dry season. And the dry season it was here, too,  the end of it, just at the intersection of change toward the wet season.

Fisherman on the Namibia side of the Chobe River.

View of the Chobe River from the balcony of our room at the lodge located in the town of Kasane.

Sunset on the Chobe River at the end of our first river cruise.

By the time we finished Hluhluwe and Kruger, we had already spotted and observed all of The BIG FIVE: rhinoceros, elephant, lion, leopard, and African/Cape buffalo. In the past, trophy hunters considered these animals dangerous to hunt on foot and, hence, desired them for trophies. (See APPENDIX information at the end of this post for more details on these five animals.) All in all, we saw an abundance of other wildlife as well to include a wide variety of birds and antelope, giraffes, zebras, a cheetah, crocodiles, hippos, warthogs, hyenas, wild dogs, monitor lizards, and monkeys. Chobe proved to be a treasure trove for additional sightings of most of these animals, especially elephants, lions, crocs, Cape buffalo, and hippos. 

One thought that continued to surface as we observed animals in their own habitat is how supremely effective their coloring can be for camouflage. Take a look at these zebra and giraffe photos:

Hluhluwe zebras:

Kruger zebras:

And zebras crossing the road in Kruger:

Giraffes (All except the last photo are from Kruger.)

Lions! We saw our first ones in Kruger from a distance but experienced closer encounters in Chobe.

Although we were close, she didn't give us any time of her day; she was only interested in the ramblings of a warthog just beyond us.

From a boat on the Chobe River, Pam and I watched this scene play out on the bluff above. There were 4 or 5 lionesses hunting together, and the shrieks and scramblings of baboons and other monkeys and the scattering of antelope in addition to the lions on prowl were something to behold.

Hippos! (They are among the most aggressive and dangerous of all mammals, by the way.)

Hippos usually graze on land at night, but in Chobe they compete with Cape buffalo and elephants for feed on the grassy flood plain, so they have adapted.

We saw our cheetah in Hluhluwe:

And our leopard in Kruger. (Warning: These photos show a leopard fully involved in the circle of life; he is in the act of devouring an antelope, probably an impala.)

Cape buffalo--and we saw them in all of the reserves and also crossing a road in Zimbabwe.

Crocodiles!

Pam insisted that I had to sit closest to the beast if this photo was to be taken.

A few of the antelope we witnessed:

Female kudu above and males below. Full disclaimer: I supped on roast kudu twice on the trip. Quite tasty, actually.

Warthogs

Mama and her babies crossing the road in Kasane, Botswana.

I only observed rhinos in Hluhluwe, and all of them were rather far away except for the two babies we saw at the rhino sanctuary. Kruger has one of the larger populations of rhino, but we didn't see any there. So here is the only photo of a rhino. (And that's a shame! Because we certainly saw more.)

Birds, baby!

The legs of this species of bird become white because of their own poop.

Weaver bird hiding among the reeds and its nest.

Wild dogs. Apparently, they are rare and rarely seen. We found these in Kruger, mostly snoozing away their morning after a night of hunting.

Monkeys, some of which are baboons.

This monkey peered down at us on our balcony from the balcony of the room above us.

And oh, so many elephants! HOORAY for lots of elephants!

On the Chobe River, our boat captain/guide wanted to shoot this particular photo of me with the elephants. (This is the same captain/guide that suggested and shot the photo of Pam, me, and the crocodile!)

So much of the safari afterglow carries a radiance of beauty, reverence, and joy, but it also holds an afterimage of urgency, motive to act: How does humanity become a better steward of this planet and ALL its living things? And how does humanity do it in time to benefit all?

APPENDIX

TEN facts about the BIG Five you can use to impress:

10) Buffalo’s primary predator is the lion. Buffalo will try to rescue another member who has been caught. They have been observed killing a lion after it has killed a member of the group.

9) Leopards are excellent at climbing trees. They’ll often safeguard their kill in a tree to prevent lions and hyenas from stealing it. They are also strong swimmers and occasionally eat fish and crabs.

8 ) African elephants communicate across large distances at a low frequency that cannot be heard by humans.

7) Rhinos have poor vision and will sometimes attack trees and rocks by accident. However, their hearing and sense of smell are excellent, thus often making up for their poor eyesight.

6) The African buffalo is not believed to be closely related to the water buffalo even though they superficially resemble each other. And unlike the water buffalo, the dangerous African buffalo has never been domesticated.

5) The rhino is the most endangered species of the Big Five. Rhino poaching worldwide hit a 15-year high in 2009. The illegal trade is being driven by an Asian demand for horns, made worse by increasingly sophisticated poachers who are now using veterinary drugs, poison, cross bows and high caliber weapons to kill rhinos. Very few rhinos now survive outside national parks and reserves.

4) Typically, the darker a lion’s mane, the older he is.

3) The leopard is nocturnal, solitary and secretive, staying hidden during the day. They are the least seen of the Big Five.

2) Many plant species have evolved seeds that are dependent on passing through an elephant's digestive tract before they can germinate. At least one third of tree species in West African forests rely on elephants in this way for dissemination.

1) White rhinos aren’t white, but slate gray to yellowish brown in color. The species name actually takes its root from Dutch, "weit" (wide), in reference to the animal's wide muzzle.

From World Wildlife Fun Good Nature Travel