Alone on an island
I find my sanity,
buried beneath the sand
A child’s shovel
betrays its grave!
This poem is not my usual Haiku but I wanted to share this one. I was asked the question, by my wife, the other day “Would you like to spend a week alone on an island” To which I responded “Yes, I might find my sanity.” I added, looking at my precocious 7 year old home-schooled daughter, “I am sure it would be buried in the sand with the shovel sticking in the pile.” The idea kept niggling at my brain and the above poem is the result. I hope you enjoy.
I love it – it’s great!! 🙂 (I think my sanity is also buried in the sand – on a warm summer beach somewhere!)
Was the child a 5 year old Siddhartha? Thanks visit my blog.
Lol. No my seven year old daughter. 🙂