A Prayer

A Prayer

Dear Baby Jesus

please help me find my haikus

Inspiration: Gone

Sigh. What's wrong with me? Some how I fell off my haiku wagon and nothing seemed worth writing. Then the wagon rolled over my legs and they came off at the knee and I was left in the mud with only half legs that I couldn't walk on and it was really muddy, did I mention that part? And then this band of Victorian pick pocket children came along and took my money and taunted me about having only half legs and they also said that I was really dirty and that it would take many washings to get all that dirt and blood out of my clothes but since I didn't have any money I should just get used to laying around in my filthy clothing and perhaps find some sort of vocation where I didn't have to have feet. Or dignity. So then I thought I ought to write something and maybe they would all come back—the feet, the dignity, the haikus. Maybe they will. Maybe. They. Will.