We are born as one.
Pretending to be separate.
Become one again.
May you rest in peace, mom!
Categories: Daily Life, Infrared, Poetry, UncategorizedTags: haiku, mom, Poetry, r.i.p.
Published by Jiri Krecek
Infrared photographer, field recordist, haiku writer, and former JPMorgan VP turned independent consultant. I find signal in noise — whether in risk, bookkeeping data, IR light, ambience of an evening city, or three lines of verse.
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