After my first resounding success of "Is It Normal...?" haiku, the universe kept on presenting me with more of them. Often I am in the garden when they come to me. Was it a toad that told me?
is it normal
to think
that toads can speak?
is it normal
to not want to be
a trailblazer?
is it normal
to fret
after the choice is made?
is it normal
to rush rush rush
every step of the way?
is it normal
to step on none of the toes
in any room?
is it normal
to feel naked
without your phone?
is it normal
to consider the absurd
to be normal?
is it normal
to stand quietly
and breathe?
Please watch this.
Allow me to toot my own horn for a bit.I looked through my old posts to find the image for this post, and found it on this post, which was surprisingly good!