I came late in life to actually writing down words that had, for the previous six decades of my life, filled my life.  I was influenced and urged my friends to tap the underground springs of my silence using what has now been adopted from Japanese culture and gathered under the descriptive name 'haiku'.  This writing activity has occupied much of my time over the last four years thus I can claim no mastery of the rich sparseness of word and image that the form affords.  While generally I resist the temptation to seek to publish what I produce, I do, on rare occasions, submit work to journals, anthologies and kukai.  Daily I share works in progress on Facebook where they slowly slip by in the digital deluge of chatter to oblivion. 

There remains an attachment to a three-line structure because it suits best my personal congestive breathing patterns - a tricycle rather than a bicycle or a unicycle that require good lungs and youthful fitness to manage the trick of remaining upright.