Haiku -Bamboo

our bamboo
rattled by a breeze
then shushing itself



(No matter how many haiku I write,
it continues to seem like alchemy
when the words I arrive at
reflect both my inner state
and my outward observation.
When will I no longer be surprised?)

(In other news,
we're having some connectivity issues
here at the homestead,
but will probably not care much tomorrow
as we celebrate Forever Family day.)