their heads too full
to follow the sun
I wrote this poem a while ago and consider it successful because it means a lot more than it says about my life at the time. I was just beginning to recover from a major depression. I was relearning how to be more mindful, with less nitter-natter going on in my thoughts, especially less negative self-talk. Prior to that my head was so full that I could not even see beauty let alone my ‘way’.
Most of my haiku are much less layered than this one. Just as well. They should speak for themselves and not be obscure. But I decided to unpack this one because it is worth speaking of depression and the possibility of healing.