You’ll say to yourself
scared of life, more of dying
life at any price
Sitting this morning drinking coffee, listen to my neighborhood come awake.
The loudest noise was birdsong.
Brown Thrashers, Cardinals, maybe red wing blackbirds.
Then the garbageman.
It was early for the garbageman but I had read that that job was a little easier as traffic was so sparse in the mornings.
I listened to the noise of the garbageman and I said to myself, “The Garbageman cometh.”
Which made me say out loud, “The Iceman cometh.”
My next thought was of the NBA great George Gervin who was nicknamed, “The Iceman”.
Whenever his team, the San Antonio Spurs, played on TV, the announcers would say, “The Iceman Cometh.”
As I sat this morning with all this going through my head, I realized I had no idea what the “The Iceman Cometh” was.
In the back of my mind I was pretty sure it was a play.
It was up in my memory down the same hallway with “Death of Salesman” so maybe it was by Arthur Miller.
I did the google and found out it’s a Eugene O’Neil play.
The play, “The Iceman Cometh” is something I have never read.
I scanned the wikipedia article on Iceman Cometh.
I read some of the lines of the play.
I took the lines of today’s Haiku from one of lines.
Words from yesterday still have messages for today.
Mr. O’Neil is someone I have never read.
Maybe it is time I did.
No Haiku For You 