Two intrepid psychologists are joined by a local physician, a grieving mother, and a Cal Poly student. You can take a whack at the light bulb, as well, if you’re courageous.
Send your brilliance to local writer and psychologist stevebrody@wildblue.net, and yours could be in Artifacts’ next haiku edition (every third Thursday of the month). The last four below are Steve’s.
Not knowing, shares tears
“A good first time, counselor”
Don’t you think? Be back …
—Beverly Ford, Ph.D., SLO
Empty nest no more child
Now a man fly away go!
Mother cries at night
—April McGill,
Arroyo Grande
I don’t see the sky
Or hear my wife: when will I
Come to my senses?
—Mark Snyder, Los Osos
Often surprising
More fun, new friends, believe
San Francisco music
—Mark Eckert, SLO
Take off the big hat,
The heavy shoes and forced smile:
Let go, relax, breathe.
Waves, clouds, sun, rock too—
This moment, and now this one,
Each changing, all flow.
Dive below the hooks,
The lures and scary faces.
Settle down; don’t bite.
We’re always midstream
But rarely ready to change
Horses—Be brave; Now!
This article appears in Feb 17-24, 2011.