Did you know that the plural of haiku is haiku? You’re welcome. Arrived safely and happily yesterday at Macalester College in St. Paul, Minnesota for the annual Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers alumni conference, otherwise known as Wally Camp. One of our intrepid emcees of our nightly readings of poetry and fiction and memoir and whatever else alumni are writing, brought back into play the ritual of the nightly writing contest, for which the prompt for tonight was: write a haiku about some aspect of your travels to Wally Camp. My exit from the homestead was not smooth-sailing. What did I forget? I was, for this first contest of the conference, a bit of an over achiever.
I
Where’s my fucking watch?!
It’s time to go–it’s nowhere!
I leave behind time.
II
In the car, Find My
app finds the watch following
us to the airport.
III
I had forgotten
that the night before I packed it.
Time stood still, then.
michael jarmer 