A haiku for the Year of the Snake
Today is the first day of the Year of the Snake. Whatever the Chinese zodiac says about this year, the whole world is in for a wild and nauseating ride.
Unsettling tidings are coming out of Washington D.C. today in texts from friends, on social media, and in news reports. Donald Trump is trying to destroy the government; his pick for Health and Human Services Secretary is an ignorant crackpot.
Yesterday and today I’ve been hearing and seeing Sandhill Cranes flying in arrow formations over the skies of Nashville. They are easy to identify by their trilling call. These magnificent creatures are like wealthy human snowbirds; they spend their winters in Florida, Texas, and Mexico and then migrate to the northern United States and Canada for the summer.
I wrote a haiku this morning about this moment in America:
The snake year begins Sandhill cranes are flying north As the nation fails