because the existential subtraction of the past year laid bare the excesses of my carefully contrived alignments,
because the new minimalist right angles of being are putting to shame the cursive blooms of February after a summer, a monsoon, a winter, of letting go,
because so much was so unnecessary, so exhausting, so mindless that turning away was turning inward, hearing myself, allowing the words to come when they were ready — like rain, like a storm, like the night — filling the spaces between here and sky, between me and myself, becoming a bridge that leads to another chance,
because when this stillness has passed, the chaos will come rushing back but there will be a memory of this time when so much nothing happened that it was still a little something,
because sometimes, something is more than enough
then the sky looked down
at the sea, and asked—
what is that strange colour?
THOUGHT PURGE 
nothing strange has happened this February, and that’s quite strange, but it is a good kind of strange. the people in charge has put a damper on new year celebrations, the vaccines are coming. so yes, it is quite a good February..
i love the haiku that closes the haibun. Killer!
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Thanks so much.
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You parsed that emptiness well–this feels like a tentative returning to life.
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Thanks so much! Trying to get into writing mode by clearing out last year’s angst first!
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“because sometimes, something is more than enough” – just one thing can be all that is needed and more
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Absolutely! Or nothing! Thank you, Joel.
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Nothing becomes something when love does its hidden work.
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I like that positive note! Thanks Magic.
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I take comfort in hearing that others have felt the strangeness of this year’s February. It left me wordless for a time but the return of songbirds is calling me back to life.
I like the haiku.
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Thank you. Hopefully spring has sprung in more ways than one. Stay safe, TioStib!
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‘this time when so much nothing happened’. Yes, interesting how that nothing became something, and the strange ways we accepted and adjusted. Another remarkable piece of writing from you, topped off by the startling haiku.
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Yes I’m afraid I, at least, have normalized 2020 and it no longer feels strange to live that way. Thanks so much, Rosemary. Am glad you liked the haiku!
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Love the clever haiku, and all its implications…
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Thank you, Magaly!
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Evocative. How will we react when the “chaos comes rushing back”?
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Yes it’s interesting, is there a normal to return to? Thank you, Beverly.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #3: Rajani Radhakrishnan’s latest #haibun!
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I was saying to someone the other day that this past February has been the most February February that ever Februaried. It was like a month full of Groundhog’s Days. But there is always an after, no matter how big the void. And I’ll bet this after comes with more than a bit of chaos.
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Absolutely! For so many reasons too! I wonder what March has in store.
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“becoming a bridge that leads to another chance,”
Surely the best way to figure out the challenges life throws us
Have a good Sunday
Much💗love
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Indeed! Thank you, Gillena!!!
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