Over the Rainbow in SF

A poem with no rhyme nor reason

SF Gate

I thought about writing a haiku, about my time here in the city

The first line is 5 syllables. The second line is 7 syllables. The third line is 5 syllables like the first

There’s a distinct pattern, something I could count on, in writing a haiku

But my time here in the city has no distinct pattern

Not where death is involved…

Some days are good, when goodness is found

My father sleeps soundly, no pain racks his bones

As the rest of the family watches the game

The Golden State Warriors win again, if my father could, he would scream out in joy

But not where death is involved…

I try to find solace, some peace of mind

There is an alternate reality

In the city by the bay

I still exist in the land of the living

But not where death is involved…

Yes, it is true

I’m not around as much anymore

I can’t stand to hear my father cry out in pain